#like a unicycle or bike

[cant-have-shit-in-gotham]

Boss, talking to a line of asshats: “And now its time for the most dangerous game-“

Me, nodding: “Knife Tape Tag.”

Boss: …

Boss: Actually, I was gonna hunt them all for sport, but now I’m interested in whatever Knife Tape Tag is.

(Final score:

Red Hood: 10

Asshats: 0)

[itsmegunsworddeep]

not to beat a dead horse (tales) but the fact that horse tales is STILL broken despite patches released and remains virtually unplayable on switch (or literally unplayable because it doesn’t save) is just horse game watergate

[brocedestruther]

was it casual when i invited you to monaco and we dreamed of our future together in formula 1? was it casual when we wrestled one another in our hotel rooms and threw out the beds out the windows? was it casual when you learned unicycling in two days so we could bike together? was it casual when we turned everything into competition, eating two to three whole pizza boxes for fun like it was cool? was it casual when you hugged me so hard and jumped in joy when i got my first podium? was it casual when i held you in the cooldown room and congratulated you for your wdc win despite the fact that it could have been my win? was it casual when i loved you and held you despite telling the world we were not friends, that we didn’t even know each other? was it casual when you compared our rivalry to that of a toxic relationship? was it casual when you talked about other women and sex instead when you were asked about our past together? was it casual when we knew each other so well people have described us as everything but lovers? was it casual when you said you were a better teammate than you were back when we raced against each other, in 2016? was it casual when

[wolfythewitch]

Hi! As a theologian I am fascinated by your Jesus art! I wanted to ask may I use your „ I specifically asked love your neighbour „ for a lecture on introduction to the Bible for non theologians I am planning? And if yes, how would you like to be credited ?

also if you‘d ever draw the proverbial „ Jesus Christ on a bike“ or „ Jesus tap dancing Christ“ I would love to see it!

Sure! Just putting my name under it should be fine haha. I haven't drawn him on a bike but I've drawn him cartwheeling and riding a unicycle

[featherwurm]

Well... this was supposed to be a simple little sketch (you're gonna have to zoom in) to go with some small head-cannons that grew legs and wandered away:

In the Modern AU (where nothing is really different I just use it to draw modern trappings on the gang) after whatever happens, and things are good, the tadfools go out for a nice lunch together in the park with their favorite pedestrian rides. They're in Bloomridge, which here is more like Golden Gate Park or Central Park - a huge area for pleasant recreation.

From right to left:

Karlach: Rollerblades. Safety equipment - elbow, knee pads, hand guards. Look - Regular casual clothes.

Tav: Roller Skates. Safety equipment - none ("if I die I die.") Look - Usual gym/active fit.

Wyll: Longboard skateboard. Safety equipment - helmet worn incorrectly (straps loose). Look - Day out with friends urban causal.

Lae'zel: Beloved cherry red BMX bike. Safety equipment - all of it, as is good and proper. Look - Dirtbag off-roader.

Shadowheart: Silver beach cruiser of her dreams* with tassels and a basket and everything. Safety equipment - none. Look - Summer sundress.

Gale: Recumbent bike with tressym trailer**. Safety equipment - proper helmet and wrist guards. Look - Little matched bicycling outfit.

Astarion: One of those motorized unicycles (probably shouldn't be riding this on the bike path.) Safety equipment - none and he's on his phone. Look - Casual but expensively branded***.

Scratch: Having a great time.

Honestly they're all having a great time. They're buddies! Bonus, they run into Aylin and Isobel who are also out for a ride on their tandem:

*Karlach helped her get it all perfectly sparkly and detailed the last time she cleaned her motorcycle.

**It's open, she can fly out if she wants, but she's not as young as she used to be and likes to have a chauffeur sometimes. Plus she and Gale are having a nice chat. (Stickers says 'Tressym on Board' and there's a sticker for his university. The flags are a Waterdeep Flag, and two university pennants.)

***His shoulder bag has his latest embroidery projects all framed up to work on when they stop.

[devildomresidentt]

Random Obey Me headcanons 2

Solomon comes up with most of his recipe ideas when he’s completely and entirely blackout stoned, he usually proceeds with them the day after the damage is done.

Belphie is a natural Ginger like Beel, but he decides to dye it a dark blue and white because he thinks it looks better on him.

Diavolo HEAVILY enjoys taking strolls around the Devildom on his special Unicyle, Denizens are now used to seeing their soon-to-be King giggling down the street on a Unicycle.

But if he’s feeling lonely, he’ll force Lucifer into taking a break and riding the Tandem bike he bought on an impulse purchase.

Belphegor and Satan has spent years training roaches to raid and scurry around Lucifer’s Study.

Levi, Solomon, Satan, Barbatos, Simeon, and Luke all have DND sessions every once in a while with Barbatos being the Dungeon Master (Luke doesn’t really know what he’s doing but bro has the spirit)

Lucifer HATES the sound Harmonicas make, which is why Satan and Belphegor has both learned and taken lessons on how to play it.

Beel, Mammon, and Belphie all used to eat dirt and sand like it was a luxury meal when they were little, this is the main reason they have the strongest immune systems out of all the brothers

Lucifer had a room cleared out in the HOL for Satan to keep his books, but instead he turned it into a Garfield shrine that only he has the key too (and there’s a spell placed onto the room making it disappear)

[chaotic-archaeologist]

got a question for ya regarding sex and online safety.

Background; I am an adulty adult. I have been able to and have voted in more than 3 elections. [I know you take interactions with minors seriously]. I am also ace and autistic. as a result I have never felt the urge to date and I normally don't mind having friends close by.

However, I also just moved for the 4th time since 2019 and would like to meet people.

So I downloaded Grindr. already got my first dickpic lol. I have also been chatting with a fellow who I like and would like to be friends with and I also wouldn't mind exploring my kinks with people... but I have never had to worry about safe online sexy stuff before so I don't know the basics beyond normal internet safety.

What do I do‽‽‽

Okay first, thanks for clarifying the adulty part. This is an awesome question, and here's the advice/steps that I personally follow for situations like this.

Have your first meeting in a public place. Go for coffee or ice cream or lunch or dinner or whatever. But don't meet them alone. This way, if you get uncomfortable with anything that's happening, they're much less likely to continue with that behavior after you attempt to extricate yourself.

Make sure there are no expectations. Plan not to have sex on the first date/meet up. Grindr often tends to ignore this rule since it's very hookup centric, but you're absolutely within your rights to insist on taking things as slowly as you want to.

Don't rely on the other person for transportation. If you choose to meet someone, get yourself there and plan to get yourself back. Walk, bike, drive, public transportation, unicycle, it's all good. But there's much less room for pressure if you're not depending on them for a ride home. This segues nicely into my next point:

Do not tell them where you live. At least, not right now. Plenty of people on Grindr are willing to "host" meaning you can come to their place. That's fine for them, but I err on the side of never giving anyone my address until I've had a thorough chance to assess their character and meet them a few times.

Tell someone where you will be. Let someone who cares about you know that you're going out, where you'll be, and what time you expect to return. Establish a time to check in when you're going home/if you choose to extend the meeting. There are also apps like Noonlight that can function similarly.

Be careful about what you consume. If you're going to enjoy and mind alternating substances, be very, very careful. This goes for anything from getting drinks at a bar to any and all of the recreational drugs on the market.

Be prepared for a little bit of awkwardness. Meeting someone in person is often very different than chatting online. If the conversation is awkward or halting, that's okay. Give it a little time (but also don't be afraid to trust your gut if it's telling you something is wrong).

Communicate clearly. If you have any needs—which can range from an allergy, not being able to stand for long periods of time, needing them to speak loudly so you can hear them, safety concerns—the best way to get those met is to be upfront. You don't need to disclose the reason why you need something if it makes you uncomfortable, just state what you need. People worth spending time with will respect that. The same thing goes for your wants.

Use protection. Maybe this isn't applicable for you specifically, but I think it belongs on this list. Condoms. Dental dams. Gloves. Someone on an app telling you they're negative for any number of things is not an actual guarantee they're not lying to you. Not wanting to use protection (not just for anal/vaginal intercourse, but for oral sex as well) is a huge red flag. Decide in advance what your boundaries are and stick to them.

If it sucks, hit da bricks. Fundamentally, you owe this person nothing. There is no consequence for saying "you know what, I'm not feeling this and I'm going to leave." Be as polite as you want to, but put yourself first.

At the end of the day, the only thing you have control over is you. How you react, where you meet this person, what you do—that's what you control. Hopefully any meet ups will be fun and relatively safe, but just in case, set yourself up for success by maintaining what control you can.

From one adult to another, these are all suggestions rather than rules. Many people on Grindr choose not to follow various ones, and that's fine. Take some time to think about what you're comfortable with and make your decisions accordingly.

Also, best practice for someone sending an unsolicited dick pic (if you don't want them) is just to block that person. But sending a return picture like this one is a hilarious option.

-Reid

[ellenchain]

Preferred wheels (non automatic) for the Hitman fam: bike, skateboard, inline skates, scooter, unicycle, heelies.....penny farthing bicycle, tandem bike? (Can you tell I ran out of options pretty quickly?)

ohhh boy that's a difficult question! But you always come up with the most exciting thoughts 🤩

Non-automatic means of transport basically presuppose a bit of free time, because I don't think 47 would go to a mission on inline skates (or maybe he does, who knows)

I think 47 would ride anything. It's really hard for me to judge what he would enjoy more. He could probably have fun doing anything, whether it's skateboarding down the street or riding a unicycle into town. To be honest, the thought of seeing 47 on a scooter is pretty funny ("vroom vroom"). Guess his favourite would be this one:

I imagine Diana as the classic cyclist. Not fully kitted out, but a bike is just right for the occasional trip to the shops or around the lake in warm weather. Perhaps she would also dare to ride a penny-farthing, simply because it looks cool. The more I think about it, maybe she is a sports cyclist after all. Because when I imagine her doing sport, I can really picture her cycling. How she pedals ambitiously to reach her goal.

Olivia must have been a total Heelys fan in her youth. Lucas spent a fortune on these things so that Olivia could cruise around the supermarket on them. Later, she was probably more likely into inline skates. I can't really judge her when it comes to exercise, because either she loves sport or she hates sport, as a hacker probably the latter (if we're being stereotypical). So maybe she only uses inline skates when she needs to clear her head. Or when she feels her bones and really needs to exercise again

Lucas is probably as silly as 47 and would go shopping on a unicycle because he can. On the other hand, he doesn't like attention (or rather his paranoid side doesn't like it), which is why he wouldn't choose a means of transport that would attract too much attention for a man his age. So at the end of the day, boring as it is, it would probably be a bike. But when he wants to be cool, he pulls out his longboard. With a cap and sunglasses. Cool, but also a bit cringe

(cringe cringe cringe, says Olivia)

What do you think?? All together on an inline skating tour? Or riding a tandem bike together?

[nerium-aquifolium]

I like bike riding

It's oh so exciting

Much better than fighting

With all who come near me

Fanart I did for Sodikken’s Hansel (aka literally me). The paper got a little rugged because it’s not that great in quality, but other than that I think it turned out pretty cute.

ALSO, I headcanon Hansel’s “bike” as a unicycle because it’s something clowns use and also HE HAS NO HANDS. Do you get where I’m coming from??? The way it all fits??? It gives me way too much joy aaaaaaahhh

[egbertgender]

Homestuck kids as skaters

June: roller blading icon. She can zoom around and do little jumps. Everyone is here because june and jade invited them and no one can say no to them. After she god tiers she can go so fucking fast and get some unreal air

Jane: roller skating queen. She can go fast as hell and has a lot of endurance, she wears a lot of safety gear because she is always trying to get faster and do new things. Ask her to show you how to dance in skates

Rose: proficient in skateboarding, roller skating, biking, unicycling, scootering. You name it rose can skate it at least a little bit, she will rotate between different modes of skating often. She has a crazy sense of balance and fashion making her a legend at the skate park and among her own friends.

Roxy: not much of a skater, she has a scooter but is mostly there because she likes hanging out :) brings a backpack full of snacks and water so everyone can refuel and stay to hang out longer.

Dave: can skateboard but isn’t good at it. Mostly goes in circles so he doesn’t fall, hes learning. Cares a lot more about looking cool and like a skater than actually being a good skater. Brings the weed to share

Dirk: can skateboard super well. Not super social but can do sick tricks. I think his rocketboard skills translate to skateboarding he just never had anywhere to do it. Despite almost never falling, he is fully decked out in knee pads elbow pads helmet gloves and safety gear

Jade: brings a bike but mostly chills out with roxy. Jade is in charge of finding and catching cool bugs and lizards to show everyone.

Jake: learning how to skateboard from the striders. Dave offers some bad advice before dirk can explain anything in a helpful way so jake is not doing well at this

[flatoutin-eaurouge]

Those are my portrait rights

Pairing: Mika Häkkinen x Michael Schumacher

This fic is dedicated to the lovely @schumi-honey who provided the plot and the lovely @kimizilla who provided the picture 💕💕 I had such a blast writing this! Thanks! 😭

As rumours would have it, Mika Häkkinen was a bit of a chaotic guy. Over the time span of two weeks he had forgotten to bring his wallet to a lunch with his manager, he had locked his unicycle to someone else's bike and he had panicked about losing his tortoise while the animal was still in the wooden box he had put it in minutes before. If his head wasn't connected to his body he would probably lose it too.

It wasn't the case that Mika was afflicted with a youthful kind of Alzheimer... the boy just didn't busy his mind with anything beyond racing. It was both a weakness and a strength. A weakness because he actually forgot the most basic things in life. A strength because he could fully focus on his racing career. It resulted in Ron Dennis and Keke Rosberg constantly meandering around him to help him be a functioning adult. Booking hotel rooms, planning taxi rides. Everything to help the talented boy develop into a merciless racing machine.

This afternoon, in his haste to double check if his beloved "turtus" was still in its box, Mika had forgotten to lock the door of his motorhome. It left an oppertunity for burglars looking for money, crazed fan girls wanting to look through his undies or... mysterious pranksters trying to set him up.

The silhouet standing in front of Mika's opened closet was one of the latter. The person wasn't looking for money or expensive watches. No... the mysterious burglar needed one, just one, particular piece of clothing. A piece of clothing Mika was seen wearing on a certain picture... a picture that made a certain person's heart skip a beat or two everytime he looked at it.

Johnny Herbert grabbed the tight black shorts with the blue, white and red accents from Mika's closet and grinned smugly. It were the shorts Mika was wearing in the picture that Michael Schumacher had "accidently" stumbled upon. Johnny knew Michael had kept the picture. He had seen it inside one of the drawers of his night stand when he was searching Michael's motorhome while the latter had gone to the bathroom.

It hadn't been a surprise to see the picture there, lying between Michael's socks, slightly frayed at the sides as if it was touched, held and admired a lot.

Johnny grinned mischievously as he replaced Mika's garment with a Benneton issued t-shirt that read Michael Schumacher's name on it. Not subtle at all, but then again, Michael's crush on Mika wasn't subtle either.

Johnny sneaked out off Mika's motorhome and beelined to the motorhome of the Finn's rival a few hunderd meters further down the paddock. Johnny knew Michael always left a window ajar for fresh air... and wouldn't that be a great way to get those shorts inside his motorhome!

Johnny was baffled by his own ingenuity. The set up was perfect. Now he only needed his former team mate to take the bait.

While Johnny was stuffing Mika's shorts through the window - giving the garment a little flick in order to make it land on a very prominent spot on the floor - Michael was gently holding the picture again surrounded by the - what he thought - privacy of his own motorhome.

"Oh you handsome son of a bitch," he mumbled at the pictured blond, as his hands caressed the shiny surface of the image adoringly. "How did you end up in my mail box?"

Michael wondered if Mika had put it there himself. But if he did... why would he use this picture? If Michael were to shove a picture underneath the doorframe of Mika's motorhome, he would use a picture of himself with a pretty smile and a glimmer in his signature emerald eyes. Not a picture of himself in ridiculously small shorts, sticking his tongue out in concentration while his hair was flopping around like an airborne bird chick on its maiden voyage.

Michael grinned. Peculiar choice or not... it was the most wonderful picture he had ever seen! He could picture the blonde hair bouncing on Mika's head and covering his eyes like a golden curtain before it was swiped sideways in the - according to Mika - position it belonged. Michael wanted to play with that hair. He wanted to curl it around his fingers and give it a gentle tug.

How dare Mika let his hair bounce so freely! Why wasn't he containing that luscious golden mop with a head band like normal tennis players. Like Roger Federer or Rafael Nadal!

Michael let his eyes roam over the picture and stared at those tight tiny shorts. The garment was stretched taut over Mika's smooth, hairless legs and accentuated certain parts of his atonomy in all the right places.

Fuck. Did Mika really put that in his mail box?

He stared at the picture again, and again, and again... savouring ever square inch of it and bit down on his fist to distract himself from the tooth rottingly sweet soft spot he had developed for the Finn.

The thought to put the picture in a heart shaped frame nagged at the back of his mind, because he should protect his little treasure from fraying. What was stopping him? Maybe the fact that his crush was supposed to be a secret!

Oh how he hoped it was Mika who had put the picture in his mail box, because the thought of someone knowing about his little crush on his rival, frightened him beyond measure.

What if the paparazzo who took the picture wanted to distract him from racing? What if that paparazzo wanted to write a juicy story about secret paddock crushes? Should he put the picture in the trash can?

No! He cuddled the picture to his chest. "You don't belong in the trash can, mein Hübscher."

Then his thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door of his trailer. Michael quickly but very carefully hid the picture underneath his pillow and hurried to open the door for the unannounced visitor.

Michael expected someone irrelevant at his door, like Johnny Herbert or Ross Brawn... but when his handsome blonde rival suddenly showed up on his doorstep, he was bereft of oxygen. It was as if someone had set him on fire and the sparks from the glowing source traveled down his spine and reached his legs with unforgiving fury, causing his limbs to tremble. Why Mika? Why now? Why now, when I am hot and bothered?

Mika was staring at him with an adorable pink blush adorning his cheeks. His eyebrows were knit together in a puzzled look, as he shook a very recognisable Benneton-blue garment in front of Michael's face.

Before Michael could open his mouth to ask Mika how on earth he had ended up in possession of his garment, Mika interrupted him, more or less asking him the same thing.

"Michael, where are my black shorts and why is your clothing in my closet?"

The Finn didn't sound angry or offended, but he definitely sounded perplexed. If anything, his little blush betrayed as much.

Michael would have enjoyed that adorable look on him even more, if he wasn't so flustered and at loss for words himself.

"Wh...wh..what? I didn't... I don't have your shorts. What are you talking about?"

"Well, your t-shirt was in my closet in exactly the same spot as my stolen shorts!"

Michael swallowed audibly. What the hell was he talking about? "I don't have them, Mika. I swear."

Mika frowned at him. "Don't play games with me, Michael. I need to wear it tonight, because I refuse to go to the gym in my jeans!"

"You only own one pair of gym shorts?"

"No. The other one is in the washing machine! But that's not the point!"

Michael stared at the flustered Finn who seemed to be slowly losing his patience. He watched sheepishly as Mika set foot over his threshold.

"If you don't have my shorts then you don't mind me looking around a bit."

Michael froze on the spot. Scheiße! He remembered the picture of Mika wearing those exact same shorts hidden underneath his pillow and felt the sudden panic take over his body. He could handle Mika Häkkinen inside his trailer, but there was no way he could handle a Mika Häkkinen on investigation inside his trailer.

"Stop!"

Michael grabbed Mika by his arms and halted him. The sudden skin contact and the close proximity of the Finn caused the butterflies inside his stomach to fly up, to flap around inside his body and bump against his insestines.

"You're wasting your time here."

"Let me be the judge of that."

Michael stared into Mika's deep saphire blue eyes and swallowed. His hold on the Finn's wrist started to loosen. It was as if the Finn had enchanted him into cooperation.

Mika took the oppertunity to wriggle his wrist out off Michael's hand.

"Your clothing was inside my closet. You can make it easy for yourself and just tell me you have my shorts. There is no other suspect really."

Michael held his hands up in front of the Finn. "Mika, I don't know how my garment has ended up inside your closet!

"Oh no? What is that then?" Mika pushed Michael's hands down and pointed at a black object lying on Michael's floor. "There is no way you own exactly the same shorts as me. I bought it in Woking, England."

Michael felt the goose bumps form on his skin and the cold sweat trickle down the back of his neck. How the hell was that possible? How did Mika's shorts end up on his floor? Did he do weird shit like this while sleep wandering or something?!

"Mika, I didn't steal it. I feel like we are being played by someone!"

Mika quirked up an eyebrow and threw him a confused look. The Finn didn't seem to believe him.

Michael decided he could better put all his cards on the table, and prayed that it would not make the situation any more awkward than it already was.

"Mika, it's true! Let me explain! I found a picture of you in my mail box. Someone put it in there the same way someone sneaked your garment inside my motorhome! I have nothing to do with it!"

"Why would someone put a picture of me in your mail box? Where is it?"

Michael felt all the blood draw towards his face, colouring his cheeks a deep red. How the hell was he going to show Mika the hidden picture underneath his pillow and convince him he didn't find it himself?!

Then he would have to explain why it was so carefully stuffed underneath his pillow like some dirty secret. Thank God, he didn't actually put the picture in a heart shaped frame!

"I will give it to you if you close your eyes and promise me not to look."

"Why?"

"Just do it, alright!"

Michael made sure Mika had his eyes covered with both his hands, before he sneaked towards his bed to fetch the picture.

Mika secretly peeked through his fingers and gasped when he noticed where the German retrieved the picture from. His cheeks burned even brighter than before. Under his pillow? Really? Why under his pillow? What did that mean?

"Here it is."

Michael handed Mika his picture with the most stoic face he could muster, acting as if he hadn't admired the the image for days.

Mika looked at the picture of him playing tennis and pulled an amused face. "What a strange picture of me," he chuckled. "When did you find it in your mail box?"

"This morning," Michael lied. "I meant to give it back."

"But why would you hide it under your pillow?"

Michael's eyes widened, his hands started twitching next to his sides. Time seemed to slow down. He could only look into Mika's breathtaking eyes as the Finn was waiting for a reply.

"You promised not to look!"

Mika shrugged. "I thought it was kind of a weird proviso. A bit childish."

"That's so unfair!" Michael gave his Finnish rival a shove.

"Calm down, Michael. That's my face on there, those are my portrait rights. Don't you think I have the right to know why you're being supicious about my picture? I don't even know what you think of it?"

Michael stared at Mika's grinning face and blushed so deeply he was afraid his face would stay red for the rest of the day. As red as Mika's McLaren jacket.

"What I think of it?"

Mika nodded.

Michael swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. "Well, if you want to know... I think it's a nice picture of you."

"Just a nice picture?" Mika teased.

Michael pressed his lips together in a thin line. His cheeks were burning like an oven. What was he trying to convey? The beautiful bastard!

Mika was just as flustered about the situation, but the difference between him and Michael was that he was the one in control. He had nothing to clarify. He wasn't the one with a picture of the other under his pillow.

Michael didn't dare to speak his mind, so Mika thought he needed a bit of convincing.

"Michael, could you close your eyes for a moment?"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it, alright."

Michael did as he was asked and waited for what was to come. He expected Mika to run off with his shorts and his picture to never return, he expected him to punch him in the face for violating portrait rights... but he did not expect to feel Mika's soft lips on his own, giving him a small peck and sending Michael to outer space with the touch of his lips. The heat of his blush was now even painting his ears a fury red.

He felt his knees buckle and quickly grabbed the Finn by his McLaren jacket, hanging on to him as his legs turned into spagetthi strings.

"Mika..." he breathed out.

"What did you think of the picture, Michael?"

"The picture is... gorgeous. You are... beautiful."

Michael's hands let go off of Mika's jacket and started to crawl upwards. One of his hands grabbed the Finn's sharp jawline while the other planted itself in his luscious blonde hair, slowy angling Mika towards his mouth.

Mika closed the distance between the two of them and kissed Michael again.

Michael hugged his rival closer and deepened the kiss, while swerving his hands over Mika's body.

His lips trailed down to plant kisses on his jaw, then further down to kiss the alluring skin of his neck.

"May I keep the picture?"

Mika chuckeled. "Yes, you may."

"Mika?"

"Yes?"

"You should wear a head band when you play tennis. Your luscious hair is very dangerous for the weak-hearted."

[distantlaughter]

‘The thrill of racing is not the speed but the feeling of driving on the edge’: Nico Rosberg

originally written 30 December 2017 by Mark Bailey for The Guardian (x)

The F1 world champion on meditation, British etiquette and retiring at 31.

My first memory is of seeing Ayrton Senna in his yellow helmet as he raced his McLaren through the Monaco tunnel. I was three years old. We were staying on a friend’s boat near the chicane and at 8am I heard the roar of the car’s V10 engine fly past during warm-up, so I ran outside. The sound was unbelievable.

My dad was also a racing driver, but my personality is closer to my mum’s. My racing style expressed that a little bit because my dad [Keke Rosberg, the 1982 F1 world champion] was a completely crazy guy in a race car, always over the limits, whereas I was much more controlled and smooth.

I like to meditate every day. It helps me grow as a human being and to learn about myself – why we are jealous, why we get angry, why we all have relationship difficulties with our parents and partners – so you can understand those feelings and act more adequately.

The thrill of racing is not the speed but the feeling of driving on the edge. The first time in the car, you think: “Oh my God, this speed is crazy.” But after five laps it becomes normal. It is more about driving so close to perfection and getting perfection out of the car. It is exciting to know you have taken a corner better than anybody else in the world.

I have always been afraid of heights. You’ll never see me bungee jumping.

When I won the F1 world title in Abu Dhabi last year we stole the pit board and took it to a disco. We had this big sign saying “Nico World Champion” at our table all night – just to make sure we kept a low profile.

My future is now a blank sheet. Retiring in my early 30s is awesome, but it is not easy after focusing on one goal for 20 years with everything dictated and planned. I now need to learn how to set my own rhythms and discipline my days.

I want to explore the world of innovation. I have always been passionate about technology and engineering. I like cars, electric bikes and drones. I am planning a trip to Silicon Valley to see what is out there and to make some connections.

As a driver I had to be as light as possible so I studied nutrition and went full-on extreme. I am committed to staying healthy in retirement. We have a little veggie garden at home. But once a week I love a margherita pizza.

I really admire British etiquette. When there is a queue you wait and nobody passes. When you are on the road someone stops 1km away and blinks their lights to politely say you can come past. It’s a bit different to where I come from.

I can ride a unicycle and juggle at the same time. We used to do a lot of reaction training to prepare for races, so that became my secret skill.

[inventors-fair]

Vroom for Improvement

Today I woke up feeling like going nowhere fast.

Vehicles were a type first introduced in the world of Kaladesh, and they've been deciduous ever since. They're an investment, but they've made quite an impact on the game, and we've seen them impact tournaments and steal hearts and minds—Smuggler's Copter comes to mind.

But, to be fair, Smuggler's Copter is a pretty standard vehicle... Ships and trains are one thing, but the "unicycle debate" has been argued in Maro's inbox for quite some time, and there are walkers, striders, farm equipment, and the Dermotaxi (which is my favorite vehicle visually) that have all made their own impacts. So this week...

Design a weird/unique/interesting vehicle.

What makes a unique vehicle? That's ultimately up to you, but we're looking at non-acorn versions of odd ways to get around. Mechanically, how is it crewed/animated? What about the in-world design means that it can't be crewed "normally" like a bike or car. What colors is it, and how would that impact who builds it, how it's built, how it can be crewed, what mechanics you can use to make it weird?

M.E.O.W.—

Mandatory: You must have a vehicle. No Transformers, please, and no DFCs this week. Just a single vehicle.

Encouraged: Find something that makes you smile. This is a week to get a tiny bit more "out there" than usual, provided your card has a good mechanical basis. You don't even have to get rare with it—what's a common and fun card to open, perhaps? Something where players would be happy to open it?

Optional: You don't need to fit conventional vehicle rules necessarily, not as long as the card type is Vehicle. If it works, it works, and don't feel you have to be based on a pun or a traditional vehicular way of getting around.

Warning: You can't just call an animal a vehicle. Maybe do some thought experiments. You're still designing for a standard-legal draftable set.

There may be some examples through the week, but this week we have some other announcements. Until then, be well, be good, and rev your engines!

[thesnailtail]

;; minori is like that one 1990s / early 2000s pixar (??) animated short with that unicycle in the bike shop

[anthropologist-on-the-loose]

I absolutely love the fact that you can unicycle hahaha. Would you mind sharing how you got into it?

Went over to my best friend's house one day in 5th grade (she lived next door) and she was trying to unicycle and of course 10-year-old me was like "WOAH that's SO COOL!" and she said "do you wanna try?" and then she told me about a unicycle club her sister's friend's neighbor had started and it was great, they practiced in the school gym and had unicycles you could borrow while you were learning and everything. So for few years I carpooled with my friend to unicycle club almost every Friday, where I learned to unicycle with a small-ish group of unicyclists of vastly different skill levels. Definitely the best possible environment for learning to unicycle. About 3 other kids in our neighborhood joined in too, which meant there was no shortage of unicycles on our street. I was the slowest to pick up on any new unicycling skills (jumps, tricks, stuff like that) and I'm not great at anything fancy on a unicycle BUT. I will say that my speed and maneuverability was the best in the whole club. Unfortunately the woman who ran the club couldn't keep doing it and I haven't found a unicycling group since, but I try to keep up my skills when possible. There was a time when unicycling was a bit of a hyperfixation of mine and I miss the subculture of it. I honestly prefer unicycling to biking, I find it more enjoyable and it makes people smile.

Another fun fact about me, I am technically a certified unicycling instructor and I'm pretty good at teaching it. I occasionally put it on resumes and the like because no one can prove that I'm not a certified unicycling instructor (the organization that I was certified with no longer exists).

[the-white-soul]

If we call a bicycle a bike, why don't we call a tricycle a trike? Or a unicycle a unike?

(also hi I'm back, sorry)

(Sans) "We don't use the word tricycle nearly as much. Besides babies, I've barely seen anyone ride them. Also, the second letter for the other two isn't I so it flows less smoothly. Also, it's been a while but I'm glad to see you're back. I don't know where you went but journeys are for you to tell not me. I like these chats. It helps fill the void in this jail cell of mine. Maybe when I get executed I can answer your question as my last words."