#ferrari engine

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Lancia Stratos HF Stradale, 1976, by Bertone. A the London Concours this week, the road-going version of Lancia's Ferrari-engined rally car. Whenever I see one of these cars in the flesh I'm always impressed by how compact they are

[stigblomqvists]

ferrari dino v6

[308ferrari]

[godwantsit]

[snowonhuronstreet]

instead of driver/engineer I propose engineer/engineer!lestappen enemies to lovers fic

(pls tell me somebody wrote this already 😭)

[pucksandpower]

Monaco giveth and Canada taketh away.

[l8tof1]

💀💀💀💀

[leclercskiesahead]

Rained in and can’t go out for quali therefore become kids playing in the school computer lab

[its-avalon-08]

Hi!!!!! Can I request Kimi Raikkonen x mexican reader? Something fluffy, Checo being the third wheel, and the line "excuse me, she asked for no pickles"

mi vida (kr7)

you fumbled with the clasp of the tiny silver hummingbird earrings, frustration wrinkling your brow. "ugh, these things are tiny!"

a gentle hand brushed past your shoulder, cool against your heated skin. kimi, ever the silent hero, materialized beside you, the earrings nestled between his thumb and forefinger.

"here," he murmured, his voice low like the rumble of an engine idling.

he slipped the earrings in with practiced ease, his touch sending a jolt through you. you met his gaze in the mirror, his blue eyes swimming with a warmth you rarely saw.

"thank you, mi vida," you said impulsively, as you adjusted your hair.

the endearment hung in the air, a sweet surprise. kimi's cheeks, usually stoic, flushed a brilliant scarlet. he mumbled something inaudible and then, to your surprise, buried his face in the crook of your neck.

you giggled, the sound tinkling like wind chimes. "kimi?" you teased, unable to resist.

he mumbled something about being "too old for this sweetness" that only made you laugh harder. you wrapped your arms around his waist, reveling in the unexpected display of shyness. "you can't say such cute things to me, i have a iceman image to keep up" he mumbled.

"you're adorable," you whispered, feeling his heart beat a steady rhythm against your cheek.

he finally lifted his head, a sheepish grin on his face. "just making sure you're all set for our date," he said, his voice gruff but his eyes sparkling.

"ready as I'll ever be," you replied, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. "thank you for everything, kimi."

his smile was genuine this time, the blush fading but the warmth in his eyes remaining. "let's go see if checo survived setting reservations."

the night stretched before you, promising laughter, good food, and maybe, just maybe, a stolen kiss or two under the twinkling city lights.

you bounced into the restaurant booth, a flurry of sunshine and laughter, practically collapsing onto the plush seat next to kimi. checo, ever the charmer, held your chair out with a wink.

"such a lady," he teased, his grin catching as kimi's lips curved into a faint smile. you swatted checo's arm playfully, the butterflies in your stomach erupting into a full-fledged swarm whenever kimi's amusement was directed at you.

the three of you had been inseparable since the monaco grand prix. checo, always the life of the party, had taken it upon himself to be your personal wingman, navigating the often-daunting world of f1 for you. it was through him that you met kimi, the enigmatic iceman who surprised everyone, including himself, by completely falling for your bubbly personality.

the menu arrived, and you scanned it with wide eyes. "ooh, the enchiladas verdes sound amazing! could i have it without pickles please?"

the waiter, a young man with an overly enthusiastic smile, scribbled down your order. "enchiladas verdes, coming right up!"

as it arrived, your eyes spotted pickles and frowned. due to your intense people pleasing attitude towards wait staff, you stayed silent.

"actually," kimi's voice, a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine, cut through the air. "she'd like it without pickles."

you flushed, a silent apology forming on your lips. you hated being a bother, and correcting the order felt like a monumental task. kimi must have noticed the flicker of worry in your eyes because he reached for your hand, his touch sending a spark through you.

"no worries, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "i got it."

the waiter blinked, surprised by the interruption but quickly amending your order. "certainly, sir. enchiladas verdes, no pickles."

as the waiter disappeared, checo nudged kimi with his elbow, a playful glint in his eyes. "smooth move, iceman. you're getting good at this whole boyfriend thing."

kimi grunted, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. he squeezed your hand gently. "just looking after my girl."

the enchiladas arrived, a vibrant green masterpiece that looked far too good to eat (almost). you took a tentative bite, your eyes widening in delight. "these are incredible!"

the rest of the meal was filled with laughter and conversation. checo, ever the entertainer, regaled you with stories from the paddock, his impersonations of the other drivers leaving you in stitches. kimi listened patiently, occasionally adding a dry comment that sent you both into fresh fits of laughter.

as you stepped out of the restaurant, the warm bengaluru night air enveloping you, you turned to kimi, your heart overflowing with gratitude. "thank you for earlier," you whispered, squeezing his hand.

he stopped, his gaze holding yours. "anything for you," he replied, his voice husky. he leaned in, and under the soft glow of the streetlights, brushed his lips against yours in a kiss that was as sweet and unexpected as the sunshine after a sudden downpour.

in the distance, you heard checo whistle, a low, appreciative sound. "alright, alright, you two lovebirds! let's get some gelato. my treat, for surviving kimi's terrible flirting skills."

you laughed, the sound echoing through the night, a melody of pure joy. with kimi by your side, and a mischievous checo in tow, the night stretched before you, full of laughter, stolen kisses, and the promise of something wonderful

[ecrireverie]

people love to discredit max by claiming that he is only world champion because of the car he's in, and that you could put any driver in that RB and they'd automatically be world champion. this take is severely misguided imo. the fastest cars are more unstable and thus more agile, the driver definitely makes a difference here. it takes a lot of skill and confidence to just manage a car with a very strong front end and a loose, snappy rear, much more to actually thrive and extract maximum performance out of it, and to go so far as beyond the limit.

max makes it look easy but it really isn't, and it takes a driver of a certain caliber to extract 100% out of that monstrosity. would it kill you to acknowledge his talent?

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Pontiac Pegasus Concept, 1971. Designed under the direction of Bill Mitchell, GM Design Vice President, based on a 1970 second generation Pontiac Firebird. The prototype was built in collaboration with Enzo Ferrari so the styling was modified and the car was fitted with Ferrari 4.4 litre Tipo 251 Colombo V12 engine, 5 speed gearbox and exhaust system. The instrument panel gauges were also from Ferrari, the wire wheels were from Borrani. There was a GM posi-traction rear axle with 4-wheel disc brakes from a Corvette. It remained a one-off and is part of the GM Heritage Collection

[artemispt]

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[coolthingsguyslike]

[snowonhuronstreet]

Heyy, I just saw the Daniel and Carlos as the lestappen/engineer au and I laughed so hard, my dad complained for waking him up!! Cane we have more?? Maybe some team radios??

carlos and daniel would definitely fire engineer!max and engineer!charles if they weren't winning all the damn time

(and my apologies to your dad 😭)

[russellius]

george russell explains his race seat