#titanium driver head

[lilyrizzy]

prompt—When we broke up but I'm still his emergency contact for maxiel

sad fic alert! i hope you like it <3

Max wakes up to the angry vibration of his phone on the bedside table, the flashing screen far too bright in the dark of their- his bedroom.

With heavy eyes, he tries to make sense of the blurred numbers, the ones that tell him it's four-thirty in the morning and the ones that tell him it's an unknown number calling. The area code is from here, from Monaco.

"Hello?" He answers after just a moment of considering letting it ring out. He'd been having a good dream, full of honking laughter and summer sun, in which the noise of the phone had been the waves of the sea until he'd woken up.

"Is this Max Verstappen?" A serious-sounding voice on the other end of the line asks. Before Max can ask in return, who wants to know- "I am calling about Daniel Ricciardo."

For a heart-stopping moment, Max wonders if this is him. The man Daniel has been photographed leaving clubs with, who has shown up to races with him, who is probably keeping his bed warm since-

"Who is this?" Max asks, hot anger boiling over his voice, replacing the previous lukewarm irritation. "What-"

"I'm a nurse calling from the Princess Grace Hospital," the voice interrupts, quick and professional, "Mr Ricciardo had an accident while out at a nightclub, intoxicated."

The words are icey water thrown over the furious fire in Max's gut. Goosebumps raise over his arms, his legs, his whole body as he throws the covers off, already scrambling for the jeans he shrugged off just before bed.

"An accident," he repeats, panic raising the pitch of his voice an entire octave, "is he-"

"Mr Ricciardo is fine," the voice interrupts again, smooth. "A few stitches in his arm where he cut himself on some glass in the bar, a bruised head from a fall. We have cleared the risk of a concussion. We just need someone to pick him up and take him home."

Relief threatens to choke Max, but then with it a sense of dread that coils tight in his stomach. It doesn't stop him from reaching for the keys of his fastest car, because he knows the answer already to the next question he asks.

"You want me to- To come and get him?"

"Yes," the man confirms, "He isn't sober enough for us to discharge him without a family or friend."

Max doesn't have the heart to tell this stranger that he isn't either anymore.

---

Sat on the edge of the hospital bed, Daniel has the nerve to look sheepish. It's obvious he's still a little drunk from the way he sways even sat down. It's obvious he's had more than just alcohol from the anxious way his foot is tapping against air, the bed too high for his feet to touch the ground.

"Hi Maxy," he says looking up to see Max standing in the doorway, and Max wonders when one nickname and the flash of a smile will stop him from remembering how happy he used to be.

At his sides, his fingers itch to reach out, to touch what Max knows too well are the softest parts of him, to make sure they are still warm.

"Daniel," is all he says instead, and for a moment they just stare at each other under the harsh glare of fluorescent hospital lighting. Then, "they called me, to come to get you."

Daniel nods, and then the nod dissolves into shaking his head from side to side as though moving it to music only he can hear.

"Yeah well," he snorts, "they think a few little stitches and a bash on the head is enough to require a babysitter. I did try to tell them I'm a badass race car driver and this-" he waves his left arm -"is nothing compared to my titanium hand, but-"

He punctuates his protests with a jerky shrug, and this is nothing like the Daniel that Max knows.

The Daniel Max knows would be pouting, asking if Max thought he was brave for doing it all alone. Better yet, the Daniel Max knows would have wanted Max here to hold his hand while the doctor threaded the needle through his skin. Would want Max to look after him afterwards, to make it all better with a kiss and buttery toast in bed.

With Daniel's arm still waving indignantly in the air, for the first time, Max looks at it properly. Before, he'd been too busy looking at his face, the red rim of his eyes, the dark circles underneath them, still so greedy to drink him in. At race weekends in front of cameras, he's made an art of looking away.

The bandages are thick, covering a lot of his forearm. The baby cupid with his bow is mostly covered, the delicate arch of his foot and toes are the only parts of him visible, peeking out from the bottom.

"Did it hurt?" Max can't help but ask, and it's stupid. That even after perfecting the hurt they caused each other with months of shouting matches, followed by even more of stone cold silence, the idea of Daniel in pain is still one that he can't quite stomach.

Daniel's gaze shifts down to fix on his own shoes as he answers.

"Nah," is all he says with another shrug. "Nah, I just- I'm tired mate, can you drive me home? Or to your place, I just- I need to sleep it off."

Max tries not to wince at the reminder that home and Max's apartment aren't the same thing to Daniel anymore.

"Okay," he says, nodding even though Daniel isn't looking at him. "Let me find the nurse, for your paperwork."

---

In the car, Daniel presses his cheek against the window and lets his eyes fall shut.

Months ago, in another life, Max could have told Daniel not to smudge the glass with his sweaty skin. Daniel would have giggle infuriatingly and told Max, you love my sweat. Maybe Max would have a hand on Daniel's knee. Maybe Max would have leant over at the traffic lights to lick his cheek and joke back, salty, my favourite.

Or maybe he would have got annoyed, like at the end, and told Daniel to stop being such a child.

"Did you ask them to call me?" Max asks eventually, just as the light turns green again. The question has been playing on his mind since the panic of being woken by a hospital phone call ebbed away.

On the other side of the windows, the sun is beginning to rise. A new day.

"No," Daniel says, his voice clear. More awake than he looks. "No they- I forgot to change my emergency contact info back to Blake."

Max bites the inside of his cheek and nods. It's not something he thought about, because it's not something he has had to do himself. His dad is still his number one 'in case of emergency' number, and his manager Raymond his number two. It's something they fought about, once, Max not understanding the big deal, but now-

Now, one day Daniel might get really hurt or worse, and it makes Max's stomach churn to realise he would have to hear about it from Instagram or the Daily Mail like everyone else who isn't special to him.

It's not until they pull up outside Daniel's apartment building that he opens his eyes again to see where Max is dropping him off. He looks disappointed, and then- Hurt.

It takes everything in Max not to tell him to wait, that he'll drive them back to Max's place, home after all. To promise that Daniel can sleep it off in their old bed, that Max will make him their usual hangover cure that Daniel teasingly nicknames 'Max-y-Million's breakfast of champions,' but-

It'd be too hard, to know that none of it would be real. That Daniel wouldn't stay, but that the images of him there amongst all of Max's things that used to be their things would. To feel the moment fade into another memory that haunts the apartment.

"Do you need me to walk you up?" Max offers instead, but he knows what the answer will be before Daniel speaks.

"I'm good," Daniel promises, face shuttering closed so Max can no longer see the soft vulnerability of his surprise at them winding up back here, at this crossroads again.

The last time Max had driven him here it had been with a car full of suitcases and cardboard boxes.

"Okay," Max says, and it's ironic how out of all the times he threw Daniel's immaturity in his face, he is now the one suddenly blinking back tears like a child. He fixes his eyes on his steering wheel, the bold yellow Ferrari badge, so he doesn't have to watch Daniel leave again.

The car door doesn't open.

"Maxy," Daniel sighs instead, and it's all it takes for the first tear to fall, to slide off his nose and into his lap. "Max, I-"

"Don't," Max pleads, even though he's desperate to know what Daniel might say.

I miss you. I love you. I hate you. I remember when we used to be easy, why can't it be like that anymore?

"Me too," he says, because no matter what it's the truth.

Daniel's fingertips on his cheek make Max jerk, the unexpected tenderness as he wipes away a tear startling him. When Max won't look at him, Daniel sighs again, a little harder. More softness Max has chipped away from him.

"I'll see you in Barcelona," is all he says though, and the next sound is the slam of the car door behind him.

[circussbeetle]

Hotchreid Snippet

I figure since this fic is taking so much longer than i thought it would i may as well post a snippet (that happens to be my favorite scene so far)

Summary: a drunken conversation in a shared cab after a long night

Words: 1.5k

Spencer spots a cab approaching them towards the end of the block, waving his arm until the driver pulls to a stop in front of them. Hotch opens the door for him, always a gentleman, and Spencer slips into the cab as he gives the directions to the driver.

It's only after he’s finished giving his address that he realizes Hotch is still hovering by the open door, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.

“Are you coming?” Spencer asks with a furrowed brow. Hotch scratches at the back of his neck, lingering.

“I could always catch another one…” he trails off uncertainly, and it clicks for Spencer right then that he never answered Hotch’s earlier question.

He’s still waiting for permission.

“Hotch, it's cold and it’s raining and I can hear my duvet crying for me. Get in the cab.”

Hotch doesn’t try to argue with the finality in Spencer’s demand, climbing in next to him and closing the door with a heavy thunk.

The ride is quiet at first. Spencer leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes, listening to the sounds of the raindrops hitting the roof, the wheels hissing as they pass through water pooled on the street below, the wind whipping around the car. It’s peaceful, just enough noise to not be overwhelming but to fill the silence as Spencer adjusts to being away from the overly loud music in the bar.

His limbs feel heavy, his bone marrow interlaced with lead and steel and his legs anchored to the floor like he couldn’t move them if he tried. He can feel the exhaustion of the last case creeping up on him, slowly enveloping him and draining him of his last vestiges of energy.

To avoid falling asleep in the car he opens his eyes and rolls his head to the side, taking in Hotch’s stiff form.

He’s been a little strange all night, rapidly oscillating between relaxed and anxious. He goes from cracking jokes in that dry humor of his- almost flirtatious at times, but Spencer doesn’t allow himself to entertain the thought- to sitting pin straight like he’s got a titanium rod in his spine for seemingly no reason at all.

Spencer thinks that maybe this is just what alcohol does to him; he doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Hotch drink quite as much as he had tonight, at least not since he and Haley were together and she’d come along with them on their nights out.

And it’s not like he’s belligerent by any stretch of imagination- he handles his liquor leagues better than Spencer himself- but Spencer’s rarely even seen him tipsy, let alone genuinely drunk. Then again, it’s nigh impossible to resist the all powerful Penelope Garcia when she really sets her mind to something.

Maybe it throws him off kilter, makes him nervous to have less command over his words and his movements. It would certainly make sense. Hotch’s entire life requires him to be alert at all times, always one step ahead, always the leader, always in control. It follows that having that stripped from him, even of his own will, would make him a little jittery.

Spencer can relate, in a way. But he’s always found a little more peace in letting go, smothering his ever racing thoughts til they disappear completely, allowing his overstuffed skull to empty for once.

That yearning for tranquility is why he has to be so careful with his intake, why it's so rare that he affords himself the refuge. That sort of numbing could lead down a dark, winding path faster than he could even realize he’s lost.

A part of him that he doesn't want to acknowledge wonders if Hotch feels that same solicitous temptation, if that’s what’s fueling his unease.

Whatever it is, Spencer doesn’t like seeing him like this. The tension lining his shoulders, the way he’s clenching his jaw as he looks straight forward at the partition, his hands tightly folded in his lap and his brow low, severe. Like a cadet standing at attention.

The passing streetlamps cast animated highlights across his face like a movie projector, the yellow lamplight that kisses his profile cutting the cool blue dark of the cab. Soft against the harsh angles of his features, his furrowed brow, his pursed lips. Illuminating his eyes for just a second, just long enough to catch the worried glint hidden by those thick eyelashes. A portrait against the scene of raindrops hitting the window beside him.

In a spur of confidence more fueled by liquor than logic Spencer reaches out to the other side of the backseat, his movements slow and intentional like he’s walking up on an injured stray. He lays his hand gently over Hotch’s, holding steady when he flinches under the touch.

Spencer can feel Hotch’s eyes on him now but he doesn’t look up from his task, slowly wiggling his fingers between Hotch’s joined hands until the older man catches on and reluctantly releases his hold.

Spencer takes Hotch’s hand in his own and brings it across the space between them to rest over his knees, cradled in both of his hands like something precious. Because the touch, the silent buzz in the air between them, the manufactured intimacy of their own little world behind the partition is precious to Spencer, and right now he wants Hotch to feel that, even if he knows it’s probably a bad idea.

Hotch doesn’t object, silently watching Spencer’s movements with a wary tilt of his head.

“You have an accent,” Spencer murmurs as he stretches Hotch’s fingers out one by one, rubbing his thumbs up each digit methodically with a consistent pressure.

Hotch’s hands are big and wide, long thick fingers and hair tracing down the backs of them. His fingers aren’t much longer than Spencer’s but they make his hands look petite in comparison, his cold, thin and boney where Hotch’s are warm and strong.

“So do you,” Hotch’s voice comes out so soft it’s almost inaudible over the mechanics of the car.

Spencer smiles softly at the deflection, Hotch’s natural instinct to turn the attention away from himself at all times, uncomfortable with the scrutiny, the idea of being known.

“You have a southern accent,” Spencer specifies, because for once he wants to dig deeper, to push Hotch out of his comfort zone, his safety bubble of isolation.

He massages Hotch’s hand now, firmly pressing his thumbs deep into the meat of his palm. Hotch twitches and his hand tenses for just a moment, and Spencer tenderly brushes his thumb across the expanse of Hotch’s palm as an apology before he continues working at the knots under the surface.

“Virginia born and raised,” Hotch offers an attempt at lighthearted banter but it falls flat, his low baritone laced with apprehension, strained.

“Grow out of it?” Spencer prods, turning Hotch’s hand in his lap to trace over his knuckles, the outline of intricate veins beneath thin skin, the bones below them.

He can see Hotch shake his head out of the corner of his eye, can hear the fabric of his shirt and jacket rustling at the movement, but he doesn’t respond right away.

“No, I uhm…” he clears his throat, shifting in his seat uncomfortably, “I had it trained out of me, in law school. Learned pretty quickly that no one takes a prosecutor with a southern twang seriously.”

Spencer nods as he explores the planes of Hotch’s hand, thinking about a twenty something Hotch doing his best to fit in, to prove himself. Thinking about Hotch now, almost thirty years later, carrying those lessons with him.

“Do you always change parts of yourself to manage other’s perceptions?” The question trips past his lips before he can think better of it.

Hotch tenses, his hand clenching and unclenching in Spencer’s hold like he wants to pull away from the conversation, from Spencer.

His hand stays in place.

“Doesn’t everyone?” He asks quietly, and something about his tone makes Spencer look up for the first time since he started this bizarre interrogation.

Hotch is looking at him like he truly wants an answer, like he wants reassurance that he’s not the only one with something to hide, an audience to perform for. Like he’s pleading to know if he’s the only one putting on a show.

Spencer almost doesn’t want to break it to him.

“No,” he says, looking back to the hand in his lap and lacing their fingers together for a selfish moment, a breath, “not everyone.”

A rigid silence follows, charged with something combative, a bristling sort of energy that Spencer can feel jolting between their joined hands, static shocks biting his fingertips like little strikes of lightning. Hotch stiffens like he wants to argue, and Spencer waits patiently for the debate.

It never comes.

Spencer looks to his side only to see that odd look in Hotch’s eyes again, like he’s searching Spencer for something he’s not even sure of himself.

And then he nods, subtly at first and then firmer, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as Spencer. He turns away to look out the window, raindrops casting long shadows down his cheeks and below his eyes as they race to the bottom of the glass, and Spencer feels it in his chest when the moment breaks.

Hotch never pulls his hand away. Spencer draws shapes across his knuckles.

[boxboxblog]

Explaining F1 Language pt 1

I use a lot of jargon in my posts, so I hope this is informative.

DRS = Drag Reduction System. It is a flap on the rear wing that opens and closes to reduce drag, It is only available in DRS zones of a race track and if your car is within 1 second of the car in front of you.

Chicane = Series of sharp corners, usually in opposite directions (think 'S' shaped), used to slow cars down and encourage overtakes.

Dirty Air = Disrupted, rough, hot air that drivers get when they are behind another car. It makes the car go slower and heat up faster.

Clean Air = Fresh cool air that a car with no one in front gets. Less drag and helps keep car cool.

Halo = Titanium arch that crosses over drivers head, used for safety.

Pole Position = Starting the race in the first position

Pit Wall = A wall where engineers analyze data from sensors in car, watch race, and advise driver. Only a drivers specific race engineer is allowed to talk to them. Team principals are also there.

Points Position = 10th place and up

WDC = World Drivers Championship. The driver with the most points wins.

WCC = World Constructers Championship. the team with the most overall points wins

Straights = The non curved part of a race track, where basic speed is most important

Street Circuit = A race track built over city streets. Often very sharp corners and thin tracks. Examples include Monaco, Singapore, and Baku.

Classic Circuit = A built track that remains, often more typical of older track styles. Often have long straights, wide tracks, and rounded corners.

Undercut = A strat where a driver pits earlier than whoever they are racing against in order to use fresher tires to set a quick lap time and overtake their rival before they exit their own pit stop.

Overcut = Opposite of undercut, where a driver stays out longer than their rival in an attempt to gain time up on them. The goal is that when they pit they come out ahead of their rival due to the gap they create.

The Racing Line = The perfect line for a driver to follow that gets them around the circuit the fastest. Most drivers follow the same line one after the other. There is an outside line and inside line on corners.

Marbles = Small bits of rubber that come off of tires and accumulate off of the racing line. Can reduce grip if driven over.

Dirty Side = Part of track where marbles, dirt, and debris gathers

Clean Side = Usually the racing line, where there are no marbles, debris, or dirt.

Parc Fermé = Area where cars are placed after qualifying and the race. Teams are not allowed to make any changes to their car once they enter this area.

Flat Spot = Flat area on tires caused by aggressive braking. Cause vibrations which means they are to be avoided as much as possible.

Lock-up = When a driver brakes to hard, it causes one or more wheels to stop rotating. Often leads to tire damage or missing a corner.

Blistering = damage to the surface of the tire caused by excessive heat. The tire rubber heats up and peels off. Can lead to bad tire performance.

Graining = When small parts of rubber detach and and reattach to the tire, creating an uneven surface. This reduces grip and often occurs when tire temp is off.

Box = Term used by race engineers to call driver into pit

Push Lap = You'll hear 'push, push' a lot, which essentially means drive aggressive and at max speed.

Mode Push = Engineer tells driver to switch to higher engine mode

Lift and Coast = Fuel or tire saving technique where driver lifts off of throttle early before corner and coasts before braking.

Delta Time = Target lap time during a safety car to ensure they are within allowed speed but keeping up with strat

Oversteer = When the the rear of the car loses traction and slides out in corner, the driver has to correct with opposite steering input. This is oversteer. Overcorrecting can lead to a spin.

Understeer = When the front of the car loses grip, causing the car to continue straight instead of turning, a driver must adjust steering or braking to compensate. This is understeer.

Lifting the Throttle = Slightly reducing pressure to accelerator, often used during fuel management or tire conservation.

Bottoming = When a car's chassis or floor hits the track. Often causes sparks.

Power Unit = Combo of Internal Combustion Engine and Hybrid Energy Recovery Systems (simply, the engine though its more complex then that)

Stint = A period of racing between pit stops. For example a car will go on a 15 lap stint, then pit, then a 30 lap stint after.

Tyre Deg = short for Tyre degradation, when the wear makes the tire (and car) lose performance

Safety Car = Slow car out out to force drivers to slow down when there is debris or a crash on the track. Drivers are not allowed to overtake when the safety car is out.

Virtual Safety Car = System used when they do not want to deploy safety car because incident will be cleaned up quickly. Same rules as safety car.

Brake Bias = Distribution of barking force between front and rear wheels. Can be adjusted to help balance, especially in wet weather.

Quali= The day before a race, drivers aim to set a time and make their place on the lineup order. There is Q1, Q2, and Q3. Only top ten make it to Q3 and attempt for pole.

Purple Sector = Fastest sector time set by any driver during a session.

Track Evolution = The way a circuit's grip improves during a race weekend. Effected by rubber build-up, debris cleaning, temperature, weather, time, and surface type. Big part of strategy.

Out Lap = Lap immediately after leaving the pits during qualifying. Used to warm up tires.

In Lap = Lap where driver is heading for the pits

Flying Lap = a fast lap in qualifying when the driver is trying to set a time

Formation Lap = Lap right before race start where drivers can warm tires and help track evolve

Tear-Off = A thin plastic sheet on driver's helmet that can be peeled away mid race to get rid of dirt and debris. Drivers have several.

Scrubbed Tires = Tires that have been used briefly but still have lost of life. Can be an advantage because they are slightly worn.

Overtake = When a car gets by another car

Recovery Lap = Lap after an incident or pit stop where the driver focuses on getting back into race rhythm and warming tires.

There will be a part 2, I ran out of words. Oops.

Cheers,

-B

[justaninchident-f1xreader]

max verstappen x reader part2

(incase you missed part one https://www.tumblr.com/justaninchident-f1xreader/740195080454930432/max-verstappen-x-readeer?source=share )

themes-

ferrari female driver jealousy enemies to lovers possible spice (i will put the warning accordingly)

warnings- none in this chapter, so don't worry lovelies

chapter 2 - his steely gaze max's pov-

Monaco's hangover clung to me like cheap champagne, sour and acidic. The sting wasn't just from the defeat, snatched away by a rookie in a crimson devil of a car. It was the fire in her eyes, the mocking tilt of her head when she passed me in the pit lane, the audacity of that damn grin stretching across her face. Y/N L/N, the first woman on the grid, the Ferrari flamethrower who'd dared to make me, Max Verstappen, the reigning lion, sweat.

The paddock buzzed with her laughter, a melody weaving through the drone of mechanics and engineers. I saw her across the way, surrounded by the usual gaggle – Lando, Norris, the McLaren goofball, Charles Leclerc, the Ferrari prince, and Carlos Sainz, ever the grinning peacemaker. She fit in effortlessly, her fiery hair catching the morning sun, a halo crowning her mischievous hazel eyes. I could almost taste the salt of the sea, the tang of adrenaline that clung to her like perfume.

But admit that? Hell would freeze over before I let anyone, least of all her, see even a flicker of appreciation in my steely gaze. So I schooled my face into a sneer, the weapon I wielded better than any titanium gearbox. Her laugh, bright and unafraid, pierced through the armor I'd built around myself.

"Still crying over lost glory, Max?" Lando's voice, as irritating as a tire screech, broke the spell. I grunted, a retort already forming on my lips, but Y/N cut me off.

"Just admiring the scenery, Lando," she said, her eyes flicking to me momentarily, the spark catching fire in their depths. "Never seen an orange storm cloud before."

The jab landed clean, a pit lane undercut straight to my ego. I forced a laugh, harsh and metallic. "Careful, rookie, the scenery might bite back."

The game was on, a constant push and pull, a verbal fencing match on every grid, every press conference. On track, we were predators circling each other, waiting for the right moment to strike. She was fearless, her overtaking moves audacious, calculated risks that somehow always seemed to pay off.

But every night, under the Monaco moon, replaying the race in my head, I'd see flashes of her in the cockpit, the fierce concentration in her eyes, the way her lips moved around the radio commands. Every victory felt hollow, tinged with the ghost of that 0.09 seconds, a constant reminder of her fire.

I hated it. Hated the way she made me think, made me push harder, made me see the cracks in my own ironclad confidence. But beneath the surface, a grudging respect began to simmer, a flicker of admiration hidden in the ashes of defeat.

Y/N L/N, the Ferrari firecracker, was more than just a rookie. She was a force of nature, a hurricane in a scarlet dress, and she'd turned my world upside down. And I, Max Verstappen, the Dutch lion, wouldn't have it any other way.

We were destined to clash, to burn like meteorites across the Formula One sky. And somewhere, deep down, in the pit lane of my pride, a part of me couldn't wait for the next race, for the next duel, for the next chance to be consumed by the inferno she called her passion.

The game had begun, and the heat was rising.

[benihana-circumcision]

coming to ur house with a gas generator, a corded milwaukee impact driver, and a set of titanium phillips bits to strip the fuck out of every fastener head you own

[iprefertheterminsane]

Take me Home (Where I Belong)

I'm almost finished with my domestic perryshmirtz 5+1, which I'm gonna upload to ao3 soon so here's a tease in the form of the first chapter!

Rating: G

Relationship: Perry the Platypus/Heinz Doofenshmirtz

Tags: Human Perry the Platypus, pre-slash, domesticity, Perry's moved in before they even stopped calling themselves enemies, it's normal to want to kiss the homies sometimes, right?, long suffering Charlene, Perry's got 4 kids actually and that fourth one is Vanessa, haha Perry the Platypus you are dating my father.

Even after having his plans foiled for the day, Heinz doesn’t let him drive home.

“Look at yourself, Perry the Platypus, you’re barely standing on your own two feet.” The scientist points out. He’s right, of course, not that Perry will let him the satisfaction of agreeing with him. It seems to mean less than little; Heinz had already buckled him back into the passenger seat of his truck with the tenacity of a father, and Perry is just barely conscious enough to comply- a bit dumbly, but the taller man does not seem to mind-without much of a fuss. He’s still talking, naturally. Perry has gotten so used to the chatter the droning had begun to take on an ambient sort of feeling, like brown noise. “-practically an accident waiting to happen. Honestly, you’d think Francis would want to try keeping his best agent alive-that agency is gonna do you in better than I would, one day.”

Perry considers giving up a token protest-he had gotten here with the hoverjet on auto-pilot; the routes between the lair and Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. has long been keyed in as his defaults-but decides otherwise. He really was quite exhausted, surely it would be no bother to let Heinz drive him back to Evil Inc. where he’s parked. Why waste fuel when a cheaper of transport was on offer? The Major has particularly been going on and on lately about turning the office more green and saving energy, no doubt one of their latest efforts to cut costs-so he was doing the agency a favor, really. He trusted that Heinz was a reliable enough driver when they’re neither forced to undergo the serial killing obstacle course that was the Drusselsteinian Driving Test Route.

He would sleep in just until Heinz gets them back home. Decision made, he lets himself rest his eyes.

00..00

“Up, up, up, Perry the Platypus you don’t really expect me to carry you up the stairs do you-,”

“-Ok, here we go, sit here-no, no, don’t lay down just yet you need to take your shoes off Perry the Heathenpuss-,”

“-I am not letting you sleep in the corset of a waistcoat Perry the Platypus, wow is this Kevlar? No wonder you can stand my Titanium punches-Ok uppies, I should probably help you take this tie off too, huh? They could strangle you in your sleep, y’know, nuff said, if nuff was-y’know, me-it’s so weird to see you so biddable, Perry the Platypus-,”

“-ok, last thing Perry the Platypus, yes I promise, just need to help you get under the covers, alright? Now, isn’t that better? Aw, look at how cute you look, Perry the Platypus, like a little angel-,”

“Good night, Perry the Platypus.”

00..00

Perry snorts awake in the penthouse guest room with the covers pulled up to his chin, blinking against the light of the setting sun from behind the half-shaded curtains facing east of Danville.

He isn’t sure what’s woken him, but finds himself unable to go back to sleep. This was probably a good thing-he’s never stayed behind in Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. for so long without making his excuses before, and the clock shows that he’s nearly late for dinner back at the Flynn-Fletcher’s household. He’ll have no trouble flying home now, he feels perfectly well-rested.

Rising to his feet, he finds himself underdressed. His hat rests on the right-hand nightstand, right next to his sleeping head, and the rest of his clothes-vest, tie and shoes-draped carefully over the chair that looks like it’s been dragged over from the kitchen, positioned right next to the room’s entryway, deliberately left ajar. He shoves the hat back over his head and toes his shoes back on, but blinks deliberately at the rest of his attire. They are, of course, crucial parts of his armour, but what was to fear for stepping out without them? Heinz’s scheme was thwarted for the day, and lest the man was suddenly overcome with another plan while Perry was out, which he sincerely doubts, Heinz would not have reason to attack him out of the blue, and certainly not out of armour. He was obsessed with playing fair, and acting by the book. As far as they are both concerned, they were now both off the clock.

Perry decides to take the clothes and fold them over his arm, but he steps out without putting them on- the vest tends to cinch, which he tolerates, but not without reason-and goes to search for his host to make his goodbyes.

It’s easy enough to find him; Heinz is in the kitchen, naturally, making dinner for himself, with Norm at the dining table carefully slicing vegetables and making prep; something doughy, it seems. Perry wonders if it’s pie-Heinz makes wonderful doonkleberry pie. He rests his hips against the doorjamb, and chatters his teeth to make his presence known, a noise Heinz is well familiar with. It cuts off the man’s mindless chatter, and he beams. Perry can’t help his own answering smile.

"Ah, Perry the Platypus!” He crows. “Just in time for dinner! I don’t suppose you mind setting the table, just need to give me another couple of minutes-,” he cuts himself off as he sees Perry shaking his head, and Perry signs, regretfully, that he has to make himself scarce.

“YOU AREN’T STAYING FOR DINNER?” Norm asks, as despairingly as his cheerful-sounding robotic voice could make it sound. His mouth is down turned.

“Yes, it’s already so late, Perry the Platypus, surely your report could wait a couple of more hours.” Heinz adds, cajoling. “I worry you know, a man has to eat homemade meals every couple of days, else you tend to get sick to the stomach. I don’t know if you cook. I’ve made lemon pie for dessert.” Heinz sing-songs enticingly at the end, and Perry has to admit it’s persuasive. The man really does have a knack for baking.

But he’s already missed out on family dinner yesterday, due to making up for Agent G’s maternity leave, and the Flynn-Fletchers would worry if he missed out on another. He knows for a fact Linda’s made her award-winning meatloaf tonight, and hedgehog cake for supper. He’d hate on missing out on the treat for the world.

He’s halfway through realizing he’s said it out loud, ‘I have homemade meals at home,’ before he freezes, taking in Norm’s and Heinz’s curious blinks, and his hands pause abruptly, letting the sentence trail off awkwardly. He could see from the look on Heinz’s face that he was curious, mouth opening as if to pose a question, but seems to ultimately decide against it. They’ve both scrambled enough of the expected norms of their Villain-to-Spy nemesis-ship today, and crossing the line to figuring out Perry’s home life seems a midge too far, even for them.

Heinz hums, and changes the subject. “Are you really driving home fully dressed like that?”

Perry looks down at himself. ‘What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?’

“Nothing, which is my point. You could just leave them here, you know, they’re all dirty, Norm can run them through with the rest of the day’s laundry, and you can pick them up tomorrow. It’s weird to see you all dressed down, you know, but not bad weird, a good weird, makes me feel like a good host. That’s how you know you’re an adult sometimes, ugh, just listen to me talk about good hosting etiquette, Vanessa never has to worry about that sort of thing you know, even though she should. I hope Charlene’s teaching her.”

Perry’s wandered over to the coffee machine at this point, using context clues to figure out how it works and avoiding the large red button in a transparent case on the right-hand side of it’s case. He taps it, and churrs again.

“Oh, coffee! That’s a good idea, Perry the Platypus, some strong caffeine to help drive you through that traffic, I bought this travel mug for you!” Heinz hands him a short and stout chrome and teal travel mug with a silicone top and an anti-slip base. “I saw that color while scrolling through Etsy while I was looking at bento-boxes for this scheme I’m cooking up next week-oop, forget I said that Perry the Platypus, no spoilers! It reminded me of you! But the travel mugs aren’t related, it was just in the same shop, I love travel mugs, especially these newer novelty ones, you know there were never any novelty items back in Drusselstein, on account of the state largely frowning on any sort of color or patterns-,”

Perry churrs again, twisting the top of his cup back on and pointing out the door. Heinz visibly deflates.

“Oh, right, yes, leaving, of course, Perry the Platypus, let me just let this simmer and walk you to the door-and leave the clothes with Norm, Perry the Platypus, I’ve told you, you can come to fetch them tomorrow.”

Heinz helps hold the mug for him while he gets himself settled back in the hoverjet, and the clock on his dash informs him he should reach the house just in time to reach the Flynn Fletchers begin dinner if he rushed. Heinz leans forward to hand him the travel mug, leaving them close, just close enough that Perry feels the ridiculous urge to-maybe-leave a soft kiss on the other man’s cheek, the way Lawrence does when Linda was about to leave the house for the errand of the day.

Heinz doesn’t seem to notice, mumbling about setting the mug just right into the cupholder behind the handlebar, because it was hot, Perry the Platypus, we wouldn’t want a repeat of the driving test incident, do we? When Perry switches the jet on, Heinz waves. Perry, inexplicably, tips his hat back in return.

It isn’t until he’s 15 minutes away from the house that he realizes he really had left his vest and tie behind at Doofenshmirtz Evil Inc. He hopes Heinz doesn’t plan to do anything inadvisable with them.

For some reason, Perry doesn’t believe that he will.

[armpirate]

The Only One || JJK || Ch. 23

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Jungkook moved his thumb over the titanium ball of his eyebrow piercing, focusing too much on the slippery touch of the piece of jewelry while his mind was busy with just one thing: Y/n. It had been weeks since she left, and he still wasn't able to understand how all of it happened in front of him. As much as he tried to find an explanation to it, it just made no sense. Even if it could've happened right up in his nose, he wasn't able to tell how she could get all the information. She didn't know Korean to understand anything that could be of use, and she was too busy trying to get her ass in problems to worry about his issues.

He found the phone, he found the texts, but there was something off about all of it. Sanhyuk clearly didn't want her as a scoop -he was convinced there was someone else, and that was why Jihu was still under supervision in one of the safe houses that he had spread all over Korea.

Either way, soon the word was spread all over his family. The seven members of the Bangtan family agreed on keeping that deal with Sanhyuk as a secret so it wouldn't get any bigger, and also congratulated Jungkook after taking a good decision. He knew that if he hadn't done what Sanhyuk wanted, the other six bosses would've jumped at his throat and also forced him to leave his position -the same position his dear father left him.

Although he couldn't disagree more about the decision...

—Don —he rolled his eyes when he heard Siu's voice breaking the silence.

—I told you not to call me like that.

—Sorry —the young man apologized, taking a hesitating step towards his desk—. Jihu said he wants to talk.

That sentence got Jungkook moving his eyes from the gray wall to the gangster, confused at the sudden change of opinion from the person who used to be his man of trust. But it wasn't like he was able to think straight, when his brain was focused on getting answers finally.

Soon he stood up from his chair and was ordering his driver to get him to the same place he locked Jihu in, and that everyone in his crew knew of -because he made sure they'd take turns to look after him, and also create awareness indirectly by seeing what could happen to them if they ever thought about betraying him. Not like it really worried him. In general, he was well-respected, most of the people working for him would look down whenever he passed by, and would take a bullet for him any time. But it was better to make sure something like that wouldn't happen again.

He stepped inside the room, seeing a beaten Jihu kneeling on the floor, with both of his arms on each side of his body. He barely could recognize him, his swollen face -by the several hits- were covered in blood, that was rolling down the -already- dry stains.

—Hope you have something interesting to say —Jungkook mentioned, lazily letting his head fall slightly to the back.

—I really don't know what he wants from Y/n —he assured him.

Jungkook breathed deeply, slightly closing his eyes before he was completely focused on the man kneeling in front of him.

—You took her to him —after reminding him that, he squatted in front of Jihu—, didn't you? —the old man just looked down— I'm sure you also kept him updated on everything related to Y/n, so tell me —grabbing him by the hair, nails almost digging on his scalp, to force his barely open eyes to stare into his own—: you did all of that without a fucking explanation? Do you really think I will buy that you acted blindly? —his tattooed hand pulled from his hair, gaining a complaint from the man.

—Sometimes you just need to act blindly —he muttered—. You've kept coming here time and time again, every day, and you always get the same answer. I don't really know what he wants to do with her.

—And I'll keep doing it until you speak —Jungkook sighed—. Look, I don't really care about how much he paid you —he stood up, cleaning the sweat and grease on his black slacks—, but I want to know what the fuck he's planning.

He dug his hand in the right pocket, moving his fingers over his phone to reach the cigarettes. Somehow, the mere action of placing the cigarette in front of his parted and broken lips was enough for Jihu to accept the invitation, lighting it up as soon as the orange part was trapped in his mouth. The tip lighted slightly when he breathed in, later letting all the thick smocking spill from his nostrils.

—You know me more than anyone, and you know that if you're good to me, I'll be good to you —Jungkook assured him.

But that comment only made Jihu scoff, as if he weren't the one in a disadvantaged position.

—You're just a kid, playing to be his father —he ironically mentioned, barely understandable, because he still tried to keep the cigarette in between his lips.

—Could be —Jungkook nodded—. I'm still smarter than you. At least enough to know when to keep my mouth shut.

Right after saying that, he took the cigarette and turned it off, rubbing the burning tip against Jihu's forehead, making him whine and scream in pain at the first contact.

—Y/n is the only reason you're still alive —he mentioned, throwing the cigarette away—. If you aren't going to be useful, I won't hesitate to kill you right now.

It was the first time, after all of his visits, that Jungkook was threatening him with death. After many times going there, trying to get to a solution that would work both for Y/n and his family, his patience was up, and so was Jihu's chance to drag that moment forever. It was as if the mention of those words actually scared Jihu, because the way he looked at him from the ground completely changed.

✸ ✸ ✸

Y/n cornered herself, sitting as far away from the door as possible when she heard the steps getting close to it. The sudden lightning made her close her eyes instantly at the momentary pain, after forcing her eyes to such a sudden change. It took her too long to get used to it, because when she opened them again, it was too late. The same man who always took her her lunch, was grabbing her by the arm and pulling her whole body up so she could walk along with him without giving any problems.

A big impulse to get away from his grip was suddenly forgotten, when she saw the red finger marks around her wrists.

Whatever she did, Sanhyuk had a punishment for it. He said he wouldn't tolerate her looking at him wrongly, and he meant it. Every time she wasn't able to control her own eyes, she'd be reminded. Every time her tongue slipped one of her comments, a reaction would come right after. She ended up being aware of every muscle of her own body, and learnt to hide her own thoughts so she wouldn't feel tempted to say them out loud.

She was dragged through the house, stopping in front of a white door -that was opened by a tall and slim woman that looked down at her. And considering the poor conditions she was in, she understood.

She forgot the last time she showered -although she was sure that it wasn't in that place, not even once-, just like she forgot most of the taste of food -because she wasn't given anything else other than rice. And through her mind crossed the idea that she was being treated like a dog, but she was sure that most dogs were treated nicely than her.

The man pushed her body inside the wide bathroom, with the woman dodging her body before closing the door behind her.

—Shower —was the only word she heard from her.

Y/n wanted to refuse, she didn't want to shower while being watched. But she knew the consequences to her words, she knew what would happen the second she pronounced the "N" only. Actually, the darkness she was surrounded by was one of her punishments, because the previous day she refused eating -thinking that it'd force Sanhyuk's men to bring him to her.

Breathing deeply, she started taking her stinky clothes off. It was the first time she was disgusted by her own smell and her own body, moving her arms the least before stepping into the shower.

Despite the pressure, it was the first time in a long while her whole body felt relaxed, even lighter, under the warm water, throwing her head back while closing her eyes -as she tried to get as much of it as possible. Although, not too long after, she heard the female voice hurrying her to finish.

Only covered with a white towel, she was pushed to the chair in front of the wide mirror, where she could only see the form of her figure because of the steam. She didn't know what was going on, she just let the woman do whatever she wanted to her, seeing her through the corner of her eyes every single time she put her hands on her. She pulled her hair while brushing it and drying it, put some makeup on her face and threw all the tools she used over the sink.

It was weird. It felt weird to see her own reflection after so long, and it felt sad seeing all the marks and bruises she was indirectly protected from pointing out. She managed to get an idea of where the wounds were placed, by the way some spots in her face hurted, but she didn't think it would be that bad. And after getting the makeup done, the woman was only able to hide the biggest bruises, but the line of dry blood on her broken lip, just like the most recent -and darkest- bruise wasn't totally covered with the work she tried to do.

And it wasn't like she cared either.

When she got up from the chair, she saw a black plastic bag flying to her body -and she barely managed to catch it in the air-, followed by a pair of shoes that collapsed against the floor, before she was ordered to put them on.

New underwear, new clothes... There was something wrong going on. Although she didn't manage to see through it all until she was dragged outside the house for the first time, getting inside a gray car. Just like the day she got there, filled and surrounded by tall and thick men that wouldn't hesitate to stop every attempt at running away.

Her eyes squinted when they entered an empty pub. And judging by how bright it was outside, it didn't surprise her, but it made her feel out of place, wearing that black velvet dress, tight to her body, at that time of the day.

She kept walking through all the place, suddenly seeing some faces that seemed familiar. She wasn't sure of when she had seen some of those people, but she was sure that it wasn't in Sanhyuk's place. Or maybe it was indeed there, but losing contact with any kind of person for two weeks tricked her mind.

Her heart stopped beating when she stepped inside an office, and she was able to recognize that wide back under a black blazer, she'd be able to point out that posture out of a lot of people. And judging by his reaction when he spotted her, as she walked past him and towards the desk -motioned by Sanhyuk-, she was sure Jungkook was as surprised as her to see her there.

—I thought you'd like to see her —he shrugged, wrapping an arm around her waist—. After all, you've spent some time together —looking up to her, and switching from Korean to English, he squeezed her side—. Don't be rude, say hi.

Gulping thick, and knowing how not doing it would end up, she muttered a greeting, looking down almost immediately.

She was ashamed of the state she was in -desperate to hide the bruises and cuts that the make up wasn't able to hide-, but she also was proud, trying to hide the help she was craving while avoiding making eye contact. But it wasn't like Jungkook needed her eyes to speak, her body language was enough and Sanhyuk's possessive and cocky expression was also speaking volumes. He still looked for more though, scrolling his eyes to her arm, down to the marks on her wrists and her elbows.

—I'm treating her like a queen. Better than you, actually —Sanhyuk mocked them both—. Just like she deserves.

Jungkook had to make his best to control himself, feeling his own fists tightening next to his thighs. He knew that, when Sanhyuk interrupted the talk about territories, he'd do something to get on his nerves. But he didn't think that he'd use Y/n for it. And he almost got away with what he wanted, especially when he spanked her ass in front of him before he told her to leave them alone again.

There was nothing new coming from that meeting. Sanhyuk was the one who called him in, yet he still paid no attention to what was being said, there was no interest on his side.

—This is fun —Sanhyuk chuckled—. Any other time, you wouldn't have come. But since I have something you want, you ran here. It's so fun when tables are turned.

—Not for long though —Jungkook assured, getting up from his seat.

—We'll see —he pointed to the door—. But for now, you're the one with the tail in between your thighs.

✸ ✸ ✸

After coming back from that short visit to the pub, she was escorted back to her room. Although there was light back in there.

—Boss said that you did well. This is your reward —the voice said on her back, before he closed the door and locked it.

Breaking down, she ripped the dress and threw the heels against the wall, falling down on her knees as she hid her face on the mattress.

The fact that she had to consider a glimpse of light a reward was the only thing left she needed that day to fully lose herself, losing count of the time she spent in that position and in that state. At least until she heard voices again.

She rushed to the closet, trying to find a t-shirt, to at least cover the only naked part of her body before the door was opened. And while she expected the same man that would always bring her her lunch, she rushed to grab the shoe she threw to the wall when she saw Jungkook being pushed inside the room, before the door was closed right after.

Fast, he dodged the stiletto, but right after she was the one all over him, hitting his body annoyed, unable to understand what he was doing there. The volume of her complaints kept increasing, forcing Jungkook to cover her mouth with his hand, and holding her hand with the other, forcing her to stay still.

—I'm not supposed to be here. Shut up if you don't want either of us getting in trouble.

Days after sending her to Sanhyuk's place, he made sure to get a contact that would at least keep him updated on how she was doing. But looking at her in that moment, without all the makeup, he could tell that she was in a worse state than she was warned about. He was able to tell she looked slimmer when she got inside the office, but he had wished that was the only thing that was wrong with her. Up close, he was aware of the barely perceptible black eye, and the light bruises on her cheeks.

For a hot second, she felt grateful to see him there, and she'd have jumped right in his arms if she hadn't got back to her senses fast, getting rid of his hands and stepping back.

—What are you doing here?

—I just wanted to check on you.

Jungkook only wanted the contact temporarily, just in case there was a strange move from Sanhyuk's side. At least until he managed to find a way to get her back neatly. But he abused his power, and increased the money he'd pay after seeing her in his office. Clearly, his source wasn't as honest or aware of most of what was going on, because there was a lot of information that was being kept from him.

—I don't need anything from you —she hit his arm—. I'm not your problem anymore, so leave —she pushed him, although he barely moved—. Leave —she hit him again—. You had no issue sending me here, so leave just like that.

While her lip trembled with her words, Jungkook was able to see that thin line of blood on it. Unable to control himself, he cupped her face and rubbed his thumb under the wound, surprised by how accepting she was of his touch.

—I'm sorry —he whispered.

Y/n was taken aback by those two words, and the clear sign of regret in his eyes for the first time since they met. Both of them could feel his phone shaking in his pants constantly, but they still stayed like that.

—I'll take you out of here. I promise —Jungkook assured her again.

—Who says I want to go back with you, huh? —she pushed him again— Why would I trust you? It was so fucking easy for you...

—It wasn't —he stopped her—. You really made me have no choice. And the only reason I'm here right now is because I want you to be okay.

He was going to continue, but the constant vibration in his pocket made him sigh and finally reach for his phone. Face completely pale when he realized it was too late to get out of there like he was planning to.

—What? —Y/n asked.

—Sanhyuk is back.

If she needed a better explanation, Sanhyuk's voice from somewhere in his house confirmed what Jungkook was saying, making them look at each other nervously, as if that would give them an answer on what to do.

Taglist:@kaiparkerwifes @sheylamc @amy2006jones

[diabolus1exmachina]

Icona Vulcano Titanium

Described as the world’s first titanium hyper car, the Vulcano Titanium was shown for the first time at the Salon Privé Concours d’Elégance 2016 event, an annual gathering of the most exclusive cars in the world.

The one-off Vulcano Titanium is a completely unique car, inspired by the world’s fastest plane, the titanium-made SR-71 Blackbird. With a streamlined silhouette, from the outset the initial idea for the Vulcano was to use a front mid-engine layout, with a ‘strongly sculpted’ body which would ‘evacuate’ the hot air from the engine and reduce the air turbulence generated by the wheels.

The Vulcano uses a consistent theme of dynamic triangles set in horizontal symmetry, reminiscent of the brand’s logo, while the bare titanium body was built in Italy by renowned one-off and prototype manufacturer CECOMP, involving more than 10,000 hours of hand-crafted work.

The high tech interior design has a racing-inspired feel and is made principally from carbon fibre, trimmed in Poltrona Frau Leather as well as black Alcantara. The driver is surrounded by screens including a large touch screen in the console, gathering together functions such as GPS, radio and car diagnostics but also air conditioning.

A 12.3-inch TFT display configures a number of different modes and provides the driver with all key information in a digital format. The most important functions such as start, lights, indicators or windows remain analogue with ‘pilot’ functions such as an aero wing deployment switch found on the steering wheel.

The drivetrain and suspension is the work of ex-Scuderia Ferrari engineer director Claudio Lombardi along with Mario Cavagnero, head of 'Italtecnica' and father of some of the most famous world champion race cars. Their combined experience and skills ensure that the Vulcano lapped the Nurburgring in under 7 min and 20 sec. The V8 supercharged engine generates its propulsion from a 6.2 litre displacement, producing a power output of 670 hp and a maximum torque of 820 Nm at 6,600 rpm, and is mated to a fast-shifting 6-speed single-clutch transmission which uses only paddles behind the steering wheel to change gear. With a power-to-weight ratio of 2.38 kilograms per hp, top speed exceeds 220 mph with a 0-62 time of 2.8 seconds.

The Vulcano Titanium runs on lightweight forged aluminium, shod with Pirelli PZERO 285/30 ZR 20 on the front and 355/25 ZR 21 on the rear. The brakes are 6 and 4 piston calipers, and a Brembo carbon-ceramic brake system.

[hirocimacruiser]

Tommykaira R-z brochure translation.

The wonders of Tommykaira Magic that you can experience while driving. R

Total balance with a high degree of perfection commensurate with 530ps.

The displacement has been increased to 2700cc, achieving a maximum output of 530 horsepower and a maximum torque of 54.52kgm. To achieve this, various types of tuning have been applied. For example, the crankshaft, which is the most important element for bringing out the best performance of the engine, is an original crankshaft manufactured by Fandon in the UK. Highly rigid full counter type provides excellent balance performance. Furthermore, the R-z uses an H-section connecting rod and forged aluminum piston, making it both highly rigid and lightweight. What's more, it achieves well-balanced tuning. In addition, the R-z uses metal head gaskets, high-lift camshafts, valve springs, and racing plugs to bring out the best in the pistons, connecting rods, and crankshafts that are the main moving parts. Composite Radiator Improves cooling effect by using NI water pump.

I got it.

Changes to the intake and exhaust system have resulted in a significant increase in efficiency through the use of a stainless steel exhaust system with suction from the front pipe and a racing type intercooler. By increasing the size of the fuel system parts and strengthening the drive system, you can enjoy ample torque even when driving at low rpm around town. What's more, the sense of power, extension, and revving at high rpm will captivate anyone sitting in the driver's seat.

suspension tuning is

"High ride comfort and handling"

Balance in Dimensions.” During normal driving

Passenger-friendly ride

While realizing the taste, wine day

It is sharp and has excellent turning performance when turning.

Tomita has achieved this goal and has received rave reviews from many quarters.

It's a magic called Kaira Magic.

The front brake has been strengthened to control the 530 horsepower. Uses AP 6-pot calipers, AP brake rotors, and PFC brake pads. This is a highly reliable braking system that responds precisely to the driver's wishes.

[mechanism]

engine body

・Cylinder head/port polishing

・Cylinder block/boring, internal polishing

・Original crankshaft made in UK Fandon

・Special H section connecting rod

・Special forged piston

・Titanium coated piston ring

・Metal head gasket

・High lift camshaft

・Reinforced valve spring, valve guide

・Racing plug

computer unit

・R-z dedicated computer unit

cooling system

・Large capacity water-cooled oil cooler

Water pump for high speed N1

Intake and exhaust system

・All exhaust system

・Large capacity intercooler

・Special turbine

fuel system

Large capacity air flow meter

large capacity injector

・Large capacity fuel pump

drive system

・Twin plate clutch

Reinforcement parts

・Strut tower bar (with master cylinder stopper)

・Reinforced engine mount

・Enhanced mission mount

[Suspension]

Brake system

・AP 6-pot caliper & rotor (F)

・PFC brake pad

suspension

・Bilstein original shock absorber

・Original spring (F)

Original double spring (R)

tires/wheels

・Forged magnesium cut wheel “PRO R” 9.5×19+22

・DUNLOP FORMULA FM901 275/30ZR19

Reinforcement parts

・Stainless mesh brake hose

・Front tension rod (pillow ball)

* [Exterior] and [Interior] are the same specifications as R-s.

Tommykaira R-Z SPECIFICATION

PRICE ¥10,500,000-

PERFORMANCE

Max Output 530ps/7300rpm

Max Torque 54.52kgm/6000rpm

ENGINE

RB26DETT STRAIGHT-6 DOHC Turbo with multi-cup Intercooler

Piston Displacement: 2700cc

Bore x Stroke: 87.0mm x 75.7mm

BODY

Length: 4620mm

Width: 1785mm

Height: 1335mm

Wheelbase: 2665mm

Tread: Front 1496mm

Rear 1496mm

LAYOUT

4 Wheels Drive

Transmission: 6MT

Brakes:(F) 6 Piston Opposed Type Caliper + Ventilated Disc

Brakes:(R) 2 Piston Opposed Type Caliper + Ventilated Disc

Wheels: 9.5JJX 19 (Front&Rear)

Tire: 275/30ZR19 (Front&Rear)

Suspension : Original Shock absorber + Original Coil Spring

Steering: Rack & Pinion < SUPER HICAS >

*Price is vehicle price delivered at Kyoto store, registration fees and consumption tax not included US specifications, data, etc. are subject to change without notice. *Detailed options, equipment, body color, etc. are based on genuine Nissan. Catalog photos may look different from the actual products as they are printed materials. For inquiries and requests..

TOMITA

dream factory

http://www.tommykaira.com

[babygirlsincars]

I'm sorry?

Translation from twitter user @/Danke_Seb under the cut Link to original thread

A doctor's coat instead of racing overalls - for his trial internship as a neurosurgeon, racing driver Vettel slips into a completely new role.

Using a lifelike model of a brain made of silicone, ex-Formula 1 driver Sebastian Vettel learns what brain surgery feels like. He is guided by the head of neurosurgery at the Municipal Hospital, Uwe Spetzer (right).

The world is full of hidden places. Not only geographically. What it looks like inside a person's skull probably remains hidden to most. "Thank God," say some. Others would like to take a look at a living brain. Sebastian Vettel has seen many extraordinary places in his life. As a Formula 1 driver and four-time world champion, anyway. But the 35-year-old is clearly one of those who always want to see a bit more. "Overall, I'm very interested in a great many things," he says of himself.

Once a month, anyone can be a "brain surgeon for a day"

Vettel therefore accepted the invitation from the director of neurosurgery at the Karlsruhe Municipal Hospital, Uwe Spetzger, without much hesitation. Would he like to be a brain surgeon for a day? Sure! Why not?

"I'm looking for a new job anyway," jokes Vettel during his visit. The Heppenheim native retired from Formula 1 at the end of last season. Since then, the father of three has had more time for his "real life" again.

There is truly enough of "real life" at the Municipal Hospital. With around 35 operations a week, Karlsruhe's neurosurgery department is one of the largest in Germany. Every day, dangerous tumors are operated on here, life-threatening aneurysms are treated or broken intervertebral discs are removed.

To give other people an insight into the work there, Uwe Spetzger invented the monthly format "Brain surgeon for a day".

One a brain tumor, one intervertebral disc - two classics from the repertoire For his celebrity trainee and a few other guests, Uwe Spetzger has planned two very classic operations from the repertoire this morning. Before entering the operating room, he explains what exactly awaits the group.

In room 13, a cyst is about to be removed that was caused by a tumor deep in the brain of a female patient. As a result, the woman is paralyzed on one side. Next door, another patient is waiting for a broken disc from her cervical spine to be replaced with a small titanium piece. For a long time, she has been suffering from severe pain because of this and can hardly move her head.

Before Vettel and the others slip into their surgical gowns, the tension is almost palpable. But Spetzger reassures them: "If you can watch Grey's Anatomy, you can take it." If you still feel sick to your stomach, the professor has a hot tip for you: "Sit down or stand with your back against the cool wall. There's no better place to pass out than there." Concentration, high-tech and precision

What awaits trainee surgeon Vettel in his blue coat behind the doors has little to do with American hospital shows.

No one runs frantically through the corridors, no alarm tones beep anywhere and there is hardly any blood to be seen.

In room 13, tumor surgery begins by drilling into the top of the patient's skull. What the surgeon sees through the microscope is transmitted to large monitors in the room.

This creates distance for those who need it. The others can watch live on the operating field. Vettel watches with fascination as a piece of bone is removed and the surgeon uses a scalpel to slit open the thick white meninges underneath. Millimeter by millimeter, he works his way forward. He works very slowly, because the cyst is located in a part of the brain that is responsible for movement. One cut too deep and the patient remains paralyzed on one side. On the race track as well as in the operating room, small mistakes have big consequences

Slowly but surely, it's becoming clear what Formula 1 drivers and brain surgeons might have in common: Whether you're driving 300 kph on a racetrack or using tiny little tools in a person's brain, here as there the smallest mistake can have dire consequences.

Carrying the burden of such a huge responsibility - racing drivers and brain surgeons need to know what that means. And how to deal with it. "You need to have confidence in yourself and your craft and enjoy your job. With that then comes accuracy and the desire to become better," Vettel analyzes after a good three hours in the operating room.

And Vettel has recognized another commonality with the operating room business: It doesn't work without a good team in the background. "Unfortunately, this is often underestimated. In sports, as in life, it always takes more than one person." So brain surgery as a new career prospect? Vettel laughs. "The craft is of course very, very exciting. But I'd have to sit on the school bench and learn for too long."

[lasenbyphoenix]

Unshakable Faith (2023)

Episode 11 Breakdown

The police team find a timer delay that caused the short circuit in the hospital, bringing their suspect pool into question.

Dr Bai scolds Nurse Bai for helping with the cut-out note, and that involving herself with spy investigations will only put her in danger again. Officer Hongmei discovers that Nurse Bai is helping with the cut-out note and confiscates it and the magazines. Ji Danyang discovers that Zhou Jun, who had checked out all of the magazines previously, is also the name of an oil painter and shares this information with the police team. The police leader calls in extra help to investigate all of the local art teachers for the past 10 years and plan an art competition to try and lure him out.

The KMT suspect that Dr Bai is "Ghost Owl", a missing operative from the liberation, and want to try and persuade him to work with "Snow Wolf" to sabotage the Water Drop project.

Police Captain Chen tries to get the estranged Ji Danyang and Officer Hongmei to work together, and along with expert He Xiwen they solve the riddle that Zhang A Shui had left them - what has 2 forms, 4 legs and 8 heads? = 井 the chinese character for a well.

The police team find a hidden box in the well at the deceased accomplices house, and using Zhang A Shui's key they find copies of minutes from 5 of the expert's project meetings inside. The team scour the meeting rooms for hidden listening devices but don't find anything, and a check of the attendance lists and find Secretary Lu is a common denominator. Officer Hongmei tests his loyalty by giving him a sealed folder to pass to his boss, but Project Chief Han returns it intact and vouches for him. However he reassigns work to the new staff, leaving Secretary Lu feeling out in the cold.

Nurse Bai is reinstated to the Specialist Medical Unit and now in good spirits is happy to gang up against Ji Danyang when he tries teasing Officer Hongmei, mentioning the rutile bracelet and their sisterly bond. Ji Danyang asks to borrow Officer Hongmei's bracelet for testing, as rutile is used for extracting titanium oxide and the Project Chief is excited about the find.

Dr Bai is visited by a herb seller who delivers him another secret letter, this one he reads, and meets the truck driver Lai Guangrun who tries recruiting him to work together, going so far as to threaten Nurse Bai if he doesn't help in some way.

.................................................

The police team leaders are livid about the reveal of the meeting minutes being leaked, and rightly so.

Secretary Lu is coming across more like a sad puppy now, and I don't know if it's endearing me to him or not.

It's now confirmed that the truck driver Lai Guangrun is KMT, and probably "Lizard", and that Dr Bai was "Ghost Owl" even though he's given up the cause for a simpler life, but it looks like the old life is going to drag him back in.

Ok thats the third time our math man has been called an Expert in Seduction, so I've turned on bilingual subtitles to find out what they're actually saying - and look!

Expert in Accounting/Expert in Seduction are the same fucking characters. 计专家 jìzhuānjiā which pleco tells me is stratagem expert and google translate says is planning expert. So where does the seduction come in huh?????

I think the AI is biased towards Nurse Bai because she's the only one calling him that.

[allylikethecat]

hi queen ally i love soft contemporary gatty and infection verse! feeling it especially in the last week since my ear is still blocked as a consequence of the tour flu (?)

for talk shop tuesday, would you share some headcanons about fictional!george in this universe 🥹

Hello There Kind Anon!

I hope you start feeling better soon! I'm so sorry to hear that your ear is still blocked / painful 😭 I wish I knew how to help! Ear pain / issues are something else in terms of absolute misery and I am so sorry that you're still going through it. HOWEVER, I am so happy that you enjoyed the final chapter of The Christmas Fic! I'm very happy to have finally finished it, better late than never I guess, even though I am also very sad since I love that version of Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George so much - I'm going to miss them :(

In terms of Talk Shop Tuesday (!!! thank you for indulging me in this one I am determined to make it a thing!) hmm head canons for Fictional!George in this one:

When given the option of picking where they are going to eat, Fictional!George will always pick a Thai restaurant (idk if anyone noticed but that's where they were planning on going the day Ava was born in the A&E Fic, and that's also where they had the conversation about going to Belgium for Christmas in The Christmas Fic)

Fictional!George is also the on that drives them everywhere - Fictional!Matty is NOT a good driver and it's just better for everyone if he drives

Fictional!George moved into Fictional!Matty's house when they got back together, because Fictional!Matty was always the one hung up on where they lived, he just wanted to be where ever Fictional!Matty was

During the ~post bad times~ ~anger times~ where there was a lot of fighting and tension between Fictional!George and Fictional!Matty, Fictional!George was really trying to work through a lot of his own feelings and his own guilt regarding the whole ~situation~ he wasn't necessarily *mad* at Fictional!Matty nor did he *hate* him like Fictional!Matty thought, but rather he was frustrated with himself and the situation

Fictional!George has had the ring hidden in the back of his underwear drawer since 2013 - the two intertwining strands of black titanium where supposed to represent both him and Fictional!Matty, together forever. He chose black titanium and black diamonds because during that time period IRL Matty, so by default Fictional!Matty described their personal style as "black and expensive"

Fictional!George ends up putting a *lot* of pressure on Christmas moving forward, wanting to make the holidays special for Fictional!Matty after the mess that was this year, and also wants to make sure little Ava always has THE BEST Christmas and knows how much she is loved due to the trauma from his own relationship with his family. Fictional!Matty lets him do his thing but really he and Ava are just happy to spend time with their little family all together

Sorry for just going absolutely wild with the head canons there lol I got excited! Thank you so much for reading, and taking the time to send this ask! Also thank you so much for your patience, I am so sorry again that it has taken me until APRIL to finish a CHRISTMAS FIC. I hope you had a wonderful Tuesday and that you have the best week!

❤️Ally

[boxboxblog]

How Do F1 Cars Work?: Chassis and Aero

Alrighty so switching over from history towards the more engineering side of F1, I thought I would give an overview of the different parts on the car and how it all works together. As we all know, a Formula 1 car is a highly complex piece of machinery. I'm going to break each section down, explain what it is, and how it runs

Chassis

The chassis is the body structure of the car. Essentially, the frame that all other parts are attached too. It is usually made of carbon fiber and incredibly durable, both for safety and because it needs to take a lot of pressure and stay together. There are multiple different parts of the chassis and I will explain them. The monocoque is the part of the chassis where the driver sits. It protects the driver in case of a crash, and is sort of like a big shell around them. It also is where the fuel tank is held and a variety of electronics that send information back to the pit wall. Another part, specifically for safety, is the crash structures. These are at the front, rear, and sides of the car and are there to absorb the impact in the incident of a crash. The biggest thing to know is that the chassis is the body and base for everything else in the car.

2. Safety Structures

Kind of peeling off the tail end of that passage about the chassis, the safety structures are very important in F1. The monocoque and crash structures are some of these, with the monocoque often called 'the survival cell'. It is made to be indestructible and also houses the fire suppression system.

The head rest is a part of the car that isn't given much thought, but is designed to help drivers deal with the g-force they experience while driving and crashing. Going along with this is the Head and Neck Support (HANS) device, which limits the movement of the neck and head during a crash. The device tethers to the driver's helmet and anchors it onto the collar of carbon fibre that prevents the head from moving and the neck from hyperextending.

Another lesser known safety structure is the Accident Data Recorder (ADR) designed to help the FIA better understand the effect crashes can have. This is paired with a few other data gathering elements, including one in the drivers ear, and helps the FIA decide what safety measures need improving.

Perhaps the most famous is the halo, a titanium curve that goes over the drivers head. The halo protects the drivers head from large pieces of flying debris as well as if cars launch on top of one another, or a car takes a direct hit into a safety vehicle. this was controversial, but has proven to save many lives and has almost no detractors nowadays.

3. Aerodynamics

Aerodynamics are some of the most important parts of the car. It helps the car cut through the air, and also generates downforce. Downforce, for those of you who don't know, is the vertical force of air that is created when moving forward. It pulls the car more into the road, and can help a car get more grip, stability, and helps them go faster around corners. The downside to too much downforce is that it can lead a car to be very slow on the straights, so the key is to find a balance between strong and weak in order to capitalize on the benefits of downforce. Different parts of the car effect how aerodynamic it can be, so I will just tell the major ones.

The first, and most obvious, is the front wing . This is the part of the F1 car that to me looks like a massive mustache on the front, so its rather easy to identify. This part helps specifically with steering and balancing the overall aerodynamic set up. Most front wings are curved and vented. They have a variety of sections, different flaps, vanes, and such all in order to generate the most downforce and reduce drag. This is the part of the car that tends to receive the most changes and updates, as it is rather easy to replace.

Another part is the rear wing. I always kind of think it looks like the car is wearing a backward hat. The rear wing creates downforce for the back of the car and also helps improve traction. Its both captures air coming off the car and sends it upward (which helps with general aerodynamics) and the upside down design creates lift pointed at the ground, creating more downforce. The rear wing is also where DRS (Drag Reduction System) is housed. Most know what this is, but simply its a flap on the rear wing that opens and closes in order to reduce drag.

There is also the diffuser, located at the rear underbody. The diffuser accelerates air exiting the underside of the car an din the process creates a low-pressure zone. This, of course, increases downforce.

Sidepods are another part of he aerodynamic system. They are placed on the sides of the car, and help direct airflow around things like the tires. Most modern sidepods don't directly create this, but instead aid a variety of other components to create down force and cool air. Just know that when a team is discussing cooling the cars or its tires, they are most likely using sidepods.

The new guy on the block, since 2022, is the floor and ground effects. These effects are part of, obviously, the floor of the car and create a suction effect without the negatives of any drag. This is achieved through a series of tunnels and channels in the floor that manipulates the airflow under the car and creates a pressure difference between the top and bottom of the car. So, suction.

Alrighty, next post will be on power units, transmission, and suspension.

Cheers,

-B

[vro0m]

vro0m's rewatch - 149/310

2015 Australian GP

OK FUCK IT WE’RE POSTING

SEASON 2015 HERE WE GO I’M SO DONE WITH YOU

Can't believe we're over halfway through as far as seasons go at the time I'm writing this. However we're still not halfway through as far as races go. Anyway, let's get started. 

As always we'll set the context for the season first so buckle up for the long list of changes. 

Team changes :

McLaren went back to a Honda engine after 20 years with a Mercedes engine at a time when the Mercedes engine is clearly immensely superior so that's a terrible decision as far as I'm concerned.

Lotus, however, went from a Renault engine to a Merc engine, after a 20-year partnership with Renault. 

If you remember from last seasons' reviews, both Caterham and Marussia went into administration during the last few races of 2014. Apparently Marussia was temporarily saved but they didn't race during all the 2015 season so sometimes they're there and sometimes they're not. But anyway, that's 10 teams now. 

Driver changes :

So as we know Alonso left Ferrari for McLaren where he replaced Magnussen. 

Seb left RBR for Ferrari. 

Kvyat inherited his seat at RBR moving up from Toro Rosso

Toro Rosso changed their line up completely : JEV as we know went to FE, hence Kvyat and he were replaced by…. Yep. That's Max entrance. And alongside him no other than Carlos Sainz Jr. Here we go. That makes Max the youngest driver to ever start in F1, he's barely 17. Crazy, you gotta say. 

Gutierrez and Sutil were both out of their Sauber seats. They were replaced by Caterham's Ericsson and Felipe Nasr who did some FPs in 2014 if I'm not mistaken. Gutierrez and Sutil became reserve drivers for other teams. 

Marussia, now called Manor Marussia, got two new drivers : Will Stevens and Roberto Merhi. Chilton went to indy. 

And we'll have 19 rounds this season. 

Reg changes :

The number of available PUs for a year was changed from 5 to 4.

The 2014 noses were deemed ugly and apparently generated what Wikipedia calls backlash so they changed the rules. So now the noses are lower and in "a more gradual shape", whatever that means. The regs stated that the nose had to be symmetrical and consistent with the centreline of the car. Okay. 

The minimum weight was increased to 702kg (so +10kg) in answer to concerns for the taller drivers who were forced into unhealthy diets. We did talk about that in early 2014, remember? 

"The anti intrusion panels on both sides of the survival cell were extended upward the rim of the cockpit and alongside the driver's head in order to improve the drivers' safety in event of a side impact." No halo yet, though? 

Also mandatory titanium skid blocks under the car so the sparks are back ✨

Sporting regs :

Oh so… what? The replacement of a complete PU above the allocated number didn't result in a penalty anymore?! Oh. So if I understand correctly you actually do get a penalty but like for each component of the PU added up. 

If such a penalty was not possible to apply in full because of the driver's quali result, it was not carried over to the next race but rather applied as a time penalty during the race (Whaaaat. How. When. Why. How do you calculate how much time it represents? Absurd.) This was actually abandoned after the British GP, so... yeah. It was indeed a bad idea.

So they'd introduced the 5 second penalty to be served during the pit stop, now there's also a 10 second penalty. It was specifically created for unsafe releases. It could be made more severe if the stewards decided that the driver knew it was unsafe and still went ahead. 

Ah, and remember when Alonso's team stayed on the grid after the signal before the formation lap because he had an issue and he was still able to start where he qualified and received a very lenient penalty for that? Well now that would result in a pitlane start. 

Safety changes :

So following Bianchi's accident we now have the virtual safety car to reduce the drivers' speed in case of double waved yellows. 

Also now the lapped cars unlapping themselves don't have to catch up with the back of the pack for the safety car to come in. 

In case of red flags, the cars don't line up on the grid anymore but in the pit lane. 

Also in miscellaneous things : from the Belgian GP forward, the radio comms about race starts, like mentioning map settings for optimal acceleration and such things, aren't allowed anymore. There had already been some radio changes in the previous year, the engineers were not allowed I think to tell their drivers specific times or things like that because the driver is supposed to drive unaided according to the rules but like. He's very aided anyway so I don't really get it but whatever.

Also the drivers can't change helmet design during the season anymore which is shit. 

Pre season context :

Lewis said he wouldn't change his car number for 1 after winning the 2014 WDC. It was the first season since 1994 without a n°1 car. 

Alonso got into a pre-season testing accident and was hospitalised. So he missed this first race and was replaced by Magnussen, whose seat he had taken anyway. McLaren said the crash was due to the wind and Alonso said the crash was due to his steering wheel locking up. Great start of a partnership there. 

Alright that's all for the context, let's race!

I unfortunately don't have access to pre race and post race content right now but I'll come back to add it if I find it at some point.  Ultimately f1fullraces finally reuploaded the whole season so I had to go back and redo most of the reviews and gifs as you may know. If things seem out of order in this review that would be because I added content afterwards, sorry about it! I try to make it make sense but I don't want to have to rewrite the whole thing either.

I've found a snippet from the pre race press conference in which a journalist asks if the older drivers there have advice for Max. There's Valtteri, Magnussen, Seb, Lewis and Daniel.

Daniel says some stuff then Lewis says he's just realised he's the oldest driver there.

He turns around and asks Max : "You were born in 97?!" and he says "Yeah."

Lewis turns back around. "Jeez…" The journalists laugh. There's a pause. He chuckles. "I signed my first contract with McLaren in 97," he says. He doesn't really have any words of advice. "He'll learn on his way." Seb says he thinks despite the fact that he's still young he has a lot of experience (huh, does he? I know next to nothing about his career). "He's quick, otherwise he wouldn't be here so… huh… I don't think he needs much advice," he smiles and turns back to look at him.

I read on Wikipedia that Marussia was in Melbourne even though they were in administration during pre-season, with a car that had passed the car crash tests, but they didn't take part in any FPs and didn't set a quali time so they didn't take part in the race.

Also a week before the GP, Van der Garde launched a legal action against Sauber in Victoria over a contract he signed in June 2014 that was supposed to let him drive for them in 2015. On the Wednesday before the race weekend, the court ordered Sauber to let him drive in the GP but Sauber appealed on the same day and made a public statement that they would not "compromise the safety of the team or other drivers by putting Van der Garde in the car", since the chassis had been tailored to their drivers only. They also argued that Van der Garde's contract had been terminated in February with the FIA's approval and that he violated confidentiality clauses by discussing it with the media. Ericsson's and Nasr's lawyers added that he had not followed due process as he did not give their client notice that he was gonna take legal action. On Thursday, the appeal was heard and dismissed, and the order to let him race maintained. They adjourned the hearing to Friday to hear "arguments on contempt of the court proceedings launched by Van der Garde's legal team against Sauber's team principal, Monisha Kaltenborn." 

About 2 hours after the initial judgement, the FIA published its entry list for the GP including both Nasr and Ericsson. Neither of them took part in the first Friday FP, as Sauber's assets could have been seized if they didn't obey the court orders. They did take part in the afternoon session amongst rumours that Bernie intervened to avoid negative publicity on the sport.

On Saturday, the matter was resolved as Van der Garde announced he was giving up on racing in Melbourne, hoping for a more permanent solution in the future. 

Now let's talk about the pre-race broadcast then, now that I have it. It opens on the drivers taking the 2015 class photo on the grid. Simon points out that Valtteri is not there. He was seen in the garage earlier though. He suffered a back injury during quali, and we don't know yet if he can race or not.

The other big news is that McLaren is doing absolutely terrible 5 seconds off the pace with their Honda PU at the back of the grid.

In his interview, Lewis says the new car is pretty amazing. Last year's was already pretty special but this one is a refined version. He's glad the weather is good, they have great fans here, he hopes they can give them a good race. He anticipates a tough one, they don't get easier, they will have to look after the tyres.

Oh, we hear Valtteri has been deemed unfit to race. Also we hear more about Alonso's accident and it's really no joke. He hit a concrete wall, not tepco. Although the impact was "just under 20G", which is a lot but we've seen way worse, he had retrograde amnesia, which is scary af and indicates brain trauma from what I remember of my neuropsychology classes. Ted says when he woke up, he thought it was 1995 (so that's SERIOUS retrograde amnesia actually, I've not heard of that happening a lot). Oh they interviewed a neurologist about it. He says for them what's more important is amnesia AFTER the incident (aka not being able to form new memories, which is indeed more worrying and debilitating than forgetting memories that were there even though it's not great either). But a long period of retrograde amnesia such as this is definitely significant in their assessment of brain damage severity, he adds. Alonso's doctors wanted him to have a 4-week recovery period hence why he's not racing. On top of it, they were worried about "second impact syndrome" in case he had a second crash against Melbourne's concrete barriers. Such a thing can be fatal, explains the neurologist, because the brain loses auto-regulation due to the first injury, and cannot deploy the same control and recovery mechanisms it did in response to the second injury, causing an overreaction characterised by higher levels of inflammation inducing swelling, which can obviously cause severe damage. It makes me uncomfortable just to write about it lol. The McLaren TP says they don't know if he'll be back in Malaysia yet. Also despite what wikipedia says, at this point Ted tells us that Alonso doesn't remember what happened in the crash and thus cannot say whether it was the wind or something else. At the time, Seb was following him on track so the footage of his car's camera will be crucial to the investigation.

Brundle interviewed Lewis. He starts by saying he wears his heart on his sleeve, which fans love him for. "And hate me for," Lewis adds with a smile.

He asks him why he thinks people are more interested in his private life than the other drivers'. Why does he attract so much attention? He says he sticks out like a sore thumb at a GP because it's always been a white dominated sport. (I think it's the first time I hear him mention it actually.) As a family they've always stuck out at the race track. He doesn't think he's more outspoken... He has to assume it's because of the way he drives... What else? He smiles. Brundle says they've seen the rumours, the stories– Lewis cuts him off, it's probably because he had a very good-looking girlfriend at one stage.

It definitely brings a lot of attention. Brundle asks if that's something that's hold on and carries on into the new season. Lewis answers it's a new chapter in his life and he's quite excited about it. It looks like it's probably a Mercedes driver who's gonna win this year again, does he have the upper hand psychologically because he beat Nico in 2014? He says he doesn't know, he doesn't really think of the psychological side of things in that sense. "I'm gonna be driving as hard as I can. Nico knows what I'm capable of. I'm very much aware what he's capable of and what he can do, and I'm conscious that he will be trying to do everything under the sun to prove and better me this year... And I know he knows I'll be doing the same," he smiles. Brundle asks if he thinks it's harder to win two consecutive championships. He does but he's trying to look at it like when you win a race and go to the next one. You carry a boost of energy. He hopes it's the same, that he can carry that energy into this year. But it's like starting everything from scratch and he feels like he has a steeper hill to climb, so he'll need to bring more tools to climb it.

How are the contract negotiations going? It's going okay, it's in the final stages, he says it hasn't been nearly as difficult as people make it out to be. For some reason he tells Brundle even he (Brundle) could be out of a job soon.

I don't get the joke but they laugh.

He says he's enjoyed it even though it wasn't the easiest and at the end of the day what he does best is get in the car and drive, so it's awkward starting to talk business and numbers. But hopefully he's done himself proud. He's negotiating it himself. Brundle is impressed. Why did he keep 44 instead of taking n°1? He says the rule was they could choose any number and it would be their number for their career. 44 has been his race number since he started, it's his underlying true number. "Number one... you've seen Vettel have it for so many years..." and cue the most cringe thing I've ever heard him say where he compares it to a marriage.

Slightly prompted by Brundle, he adds that number 1, she's been around too much when number 44 she's only been with him and he likes that better. Yikes. Let's move on.

Back to the broadcast, the journalists compare him to Tiger Woods. Hill says he's been very candid raising that issue and calls him courageous because he hasn't allowed any "perception of prejudice, whether it's there or not" (rolling my eyes) to get in his way. He's done what he wanted, and the colour shouldn't be an issue although it has been, and he's knocked down these barriers and he's a hero for many people because of it. The most important thing being that he's a "bloody good racing driver". Simon asks what Nico's game plan should be. "If you don't think that you can beat him on talent, do you try and destabilise him?" (Jeez.) Hill says he hopes he doesn't because he doesn't think it's gonna work, and he thinks it'll backfire. He says it's a bit like with Schumacher's teammates, they have to face up to the fact that they're up against the best. Anthony points out that the difference with Michael, is that they let them race.

I'm skipping the grid walk because who cares anyway.

It's time to race ! (So now this is fully what I wrote before seeing the pre-race btw. The broadcast I could find at the time was not skysports and I'm not gonna rewatch just to see the skysports' one obvi so yeah.)

Huh what? So apparently neither Kvyat nor Magnussen are able to start the race. Also this is possibly an Australian broadcast. We see two cranes evacuating two cars from the track indeed. Did they manage to crash on their way to the grid somehow? We see a replay of Kvyat just going wide into the gravel and then being unable to drive the car back to the pits as it stops on the track. Then we see Magnussen making sparks and then he had an engine blow up, white smoke. (We actually saw this at the end of the pre-race build-up but of course I hadn't seen it when I wrote this.)

Lewis is on pole, sharing the front row with Nico, no surprise. Behind them, it's Massa for Williams, Seb and Raikkonen for Ferrari, then Daniel for RedBull, Carlos Sainz for Toro Rosso, Grosjean and Maldonado for Lotus, Felipe Nasr for Sauber, Max Verstappen for Toro Rosso is in P11, alongside him was supposed to be Kvyat but as we now know he won't be there, the Force Indias of Hulkenberg and Perez come next, then Ericsson for Sauber, Jenson for McLaren down in P16(!). The last car was supposed to be Magnussen in P17 but well. So it'll be 15 cars at the start. Remember when we had 24? But we're still missing a car right? Why is it an uneven number? I read later on Wikipedia that Valtteri injured his back during quali and had to spend the night at the hospital. He wasn't cleared to race by the FIA. 

Ugh the cars look weird. The noses are weirdly curvy. I'll get used to it. 

Formation lap 

They're racing! 

Ooof. It's a good start for Lewis but there's loads of tiny contacts at the back and ultimately a Lotus spins. Yellow flags. It's Maldonado. Several teams are ready for their drivers to pit? Safety car. Huh? Grosjean retires as well. 

Ugh idk if it's F1 or because it's not the usual broadcast but we have nothing. No standings, no timings, just the lap count. Ah here we go, finally, 4 laps in and they give us the graphics. Lewis is already 1.7 seconds ahead. Perez is told he overtook under the safety car and has to give his position back to Ericsson who's now two cars behind. Nothing much is happening for now. Perez went wide in the gravel but he's last anyway so whatever. 

Oh we get ad breaks in this broadcast. Great. (No.)

Anyway it's now lap 10. Lewis is 1.5 in the lead followed of course by Nico. Then it's Massa, Seb, Nasr, Daniel, Raikkonen, Sainz, VES? Who's VES? Oh, is it Max? Did they go with VES to not confuse him with Vergne even though he's not there anymore? Anyway. P10 is Hulkenberg.  We're literally watching people race for the penultimate position that's how little is happening. But then again the penultimate position is P12 right now so… It does somewhat matter. Oh there's also a three way battle for P5 between Nasr, Daniel and Raikkonen. Perez and Jenson who were racing for P12, then, made contact. No DNF but yellow flags. 

That's another ad break. There's pit stops happening. Raikkonen's wasn't good. 

It's lap 20. Lewis is 2.3 seconds ahead of Nico, then it's still Massa, Seb, Nasr, Daniel, and then Sainz, Verstappen, Hulkenberg, and Ericsson. Pit stops. It's a very boring race really. Sainz has a catastrophic stop. Lewis comes in. It's 3.3. Nico pits. 2.9. He's out in P2, and the gap is

Oh for fuck's sake another ad break. 

The gap is 3.4.

It's lap 30. P3 goes to Seb now, then it's Massa, Raikkonen, Verstappen, Nasr, Daniel, Hulkenberg and Ericsson. And a few laps later, Max's engine starts smoking and he stops on the grass. We see Jos taking off his headset and kind of throwing it aside before heading inside. Are you not gonna wait for your son? What a fucking asshole. Bono warns Lewis that there might be oil on the track. Another ad break. 

20 laps to go. That's gonna be a short race report at this rate. Oh. And that's a Ferrari slowing down now. It's Raikkonen. He's out. So we're one DNF away from everybody still on track being awarded points at the end of the race. We see a replay of his last pit stop, something didn't go well again with his rear left. That's why he stopped. Another fucking ad break. How do you even deal with that many ad breaks? In my country there's two (2) for the whole race. We see a replay of Ericsson going wide. 

10 laps to go. Lewis is still in the lead, and Nico is 1.8 behind. There's another ad break. Now Nico is 2.6 behind and there's 8 laps to go. Seb is P3, Massa P4, Nasr P5, Daniel P6, Hulkenberg P7, Sainz P8, Ericsson P9, Perez P10, and Jenson is last in P11. This is honestly one of the most boring races I've ever watched and we don't even have pre and post race content to make it better. Meh. 

Fun statistic : every time a team got a 1-2 in Melbourne they went on to win the WCC while the race winner went on to win the WDC. (😏)

5 laps to go. Absolutely nothing has happened so far. Nico is 1.6 behind again. 

And it's the end of an incredibly dull race. 

Lewis wins, Nico P2, Seb P3. That's Lewis' 34th win. 

"Nice work, Lewis! Beautifully managed, excellent job, real solid race there. Great stuff," says Bono. 

After his weigh-in, Seb shakes his hands and tells him "well done". Lewis and Nico don't really seem to interact. 

These two just can't not be touching each other. 

Oh and here you go, a little pat for Nico as well. 

Uh? Lewis is getting booed? Or was it the guy who was handing him his trophy? Because once he holds it above his head it's all cheering. 

Oh Lewis broke up with Nicole AGAIN. I hope it's the last time cause I can't with this anymore. For some reason the podium girls are wearing fedoras and it's Arnold Schwarzenegger interviewing them. He shakes Lewis' hands for several seconds (6) and congratulates him. Lewis is smiling wide. He says "Arnold Schwarzenegger, man!" 

After rambling for a while he asks him what it feels like having won the WDC and coming back to win the first race of the season. We get a classic Lewis chuckle. He says it's obviously a real pleasure and praises the crowd, kinda gets booed again? He says it's a great feeling to be able to continue on from last year "but also to be up here with you, man!" oh. Lewis. He says "I thought you were taller!" babe you're what, 1.74? Shhush. Arnold says he's not wearing his high heels. Lewis chuckles. They both laugh. Arnold asks how much training he has to do to be in shape for the races. Lewis says they all train a lot and sometimes people don't realise that they really are athletes. He says it's very physical driving these cars. He says he's very honoured being up there with these great drivers and also with his team doing an amazing job. 

Nico is asked about being second and can he beat Lewis this year. He says it's a good feeling because it's a great start for the team and they have an amazing car again. He says Lewis has done a fantastic job, "he drove like a world champion" so he couldn't beat him but he sure was trying, to the maximum, and will do all year. "I'll give him a good run for his money," he smiles, "and hopefully beat him this year." He thanks the organisers. He gets cheered on. 

While Arnold moves to Seb, Lewis and Nico get closer and exchange a few words. I'm watching them like milk on the stove as we say in French. 

Arnold gets back to Lewis. "Well I know what you're going to say now, when it comes to the next race…" and together they say "I'll be back!" Lewis starts laughing. Arnold says "okay so let's say it together!" and they go again, and Lewis chuckles. 

I read on Wikipedia actually the funniest thing. After the race, Daniel apologised to the fans for what he called a boring race. I mean I agree on that part. In the pre race testing it was obvious that Redbull was struggling with their Renault PUs and it probably wouldn't be a good season for them. After the race, they complained about Mercedes dominance and called for the FIA to "step in and apply rule changes to level the field". So they're the ones who pushed that dominance narrative huh? What a surprise (no). I mean 2014 was suspenseful and now you're only 1 race into 2015 already crying over them winning the first fucking race? Why should they be brought down instead of you stepping up? It's not on them if you suck tbh. Sorry I'm getting genuinely pissed off actually.

Oh lol. I'm not the only one. Wikipedia says Toto reacted "furiously" by telling them to "get your fucking head down and work to sort it out". I mean that's exactly what I was saying lol. Go Toto.

Nico said in the post race interview he hopes their rivals would get closer and that they would get a good fight. Seb was amused.

"Be honest : do you really hope so? Seriously? You finished 30 seconds ahead of us and you hope it's going to be closer?"

"So you hope you slow down, is that what you're saying?"

And then Lewis chimes in : "He hopes you speed up."

Nico : "I hope you can give us a challenge, because it's important for the sport and for the fans, and I do think about the show, you know? Half of me, or part of me, thinks about the show, because I wanna put on– I wanna give people a great time at home watching on TV or at the track." Seb is grinning. "So if you do come a bit closer, that will be awesome."

Seb : "Fine, I think first suggestion if you don't mind, could be that your garage becomes public for Malaysia, and everyone can have a look, no?" Lewis chuckles, the journalists laugh. Nico doesn't get it, he's deadpan. "Is that what you're suggesting?" Seb adds. Then seeing Nico doesn't react, he says : "No, I'm joking."

Nico : "You can come if you want, we can invite you." – "Ok," Seb answers. "Thank you for the invite, I'll come." – "Friday, Malaysia, ok?" Nico suggests. – "Engineer's room," Seb grins. "Debrief. I'll be there."

Later on in the press conference, Seb says it's a shame Raikkonen didn't finish and Nico says something about it that I don't fully hear.

Seb says "Yes. I have–" he kind of scoffs and laughs.

"Maybe… (he smiles wide) I don't know how much you like each other but Kimi and myself we get along so I think it is a shame!" Lewis is in the middle smiling silently. They kind of go back and forth for a few seconds, during which Lewis at some point looks at Seb, points to Nico with his thumb and says "Not all of us think this way." and Nico makes fun of Seb being destabilised and looking for his words. Then Seb ends up saying he thinks right now the priority is to catch them so yes he thinks it's a shame he didn't finish. Nico says he's ready for it now. Earlier Seb caught him off-guard but now he's ready.

Alright let's watch the actual post-race thing now that it's available.

Toto says Nico was fuel limited and so he didn't really have the weapons to hunt Lewis down. He expects some close racing between them in the next races. At the end of his interview Simon jokes : if Valtteri isn't back in Malaysia, is his wife going to be in the car alongside Massa? Toto stays very serious. He says first of all he hopes Valtteri gets better soon, he's such a nice guy and he deserves to be in the car. "But rest assured, you know her, she will be pushing very hard to get in the car."

Later, Simon makes his way through a thick crowd to go interview Lewis in the garage. As they start, some weird old woman is very close to Lewis and makes him very uncomfortable while she forcefully gets her photo taken next to him, but not really with him.

The weekend couldn't have gotten better? He says no, although Friday was a bit difficult but they did great teamwork, his guys worked so hard to set up the car. He also says even though they were so far ahead of everyone it wasn't an easy race, it was good racing between him and Nico. Simon asks how confident qualifying .6 ahead of his teammate made him. He says he thinks it was good, it's not like he needed any more confidence but it reassures that his method of getting his head in the right space works. It's not been the easiest start of a year so to come here with a fresh mindset and execute it the way he did, he's happy with that. Simon asks him about that, fresh start : he's turned 30, it's a new chapter in his life, is he 100% focused, is it all about defending his title this year? "It's not about defending the title, it's about winning the title." The car is great, it's just about optimising the opportunities. He's happy because the previous year he didn't finish the first race and now he can work on what he can do better for the next one. So he's working as hard as ever behind the scenes? Yes, same work ethic with his engineers. As a matter of fact they have to work a little bit harder because he has a new engineer who's fantastic but does things differently. With all the data, when someone does it differently it completely throws you off. Finally, will he go out with the terminator to celebrate today? He says if he's around he will absolutely go out with him for a drink. He's honestly a big fan and he was really shocked when he came on. He says he's not starstrucked by a lot of people (LMAO BOY ARE YOU KIDDING ME) but he definitely was with him. He says he doesn't even know what he said and hopes he didn't insult him. He honestly thought he was taller. (I can't, he has no self control, it's so funny.) "Didn't say he was short but he has–" He looks wide-eyed at someone off screen.

"Johnny! He was our height, man!" Simon says he's still a big unit, and the camera view changes to Johnny making himself big with a tough expression.

I can hear Lewis chuckle in the background.

And that was the first 2015 GP :)

[theracingsports]

Mercedes, the renowned automobile manufacturer, was on the brink of a revolutionary breakthrough in the world of Formula 1 racing. The team of engineers had been hard at work, meticulously developing a new safety feature known as the halo. This innovative design would provide an extra layer of protection for drivers in the event of a major accident.

In 2015, Mercedes proudly unveiled the first prototype of the halo, a titanium structure that would be integrated into the front of the cockpit. The team was confident in its potential to drastically improve driver safety. The real test, however, would come at the 2016 Belgian Grand Prix.

Nico Rosberg, the Mercedes driver at the time, was chosen to be the first to test the new technology. As he donned his helmet and climbed into the cockpit, the anticipation was palpable. The race was intense, and as Nico navigated the twists and turns of the challenging circuit, the halo proved to be a game-changing addition. It offered an extra layer of protection, giving him and the team the confidence that they were on the right track.

In the same year, Nico's teammate Lewis Hamilton was immediately in favor of the titanium structure. As the team continued to refine the design, the halo became a crucial component in their pursuit of excellence on the race track.

Fast forward to 2018, and the day had finally arrived for the formal introduction of the halo. James Allison, the technical director at Mercedes, stood before a crowd of reporters and enthusiasts, ready to reveal the culmination of years of hard work and innovation. As he spoke, he explained that the chassis had undergone significant reinforcements to support the weight of the double-decker bus. The audience was stunned, amazed by the sheer strength and resilience of the halo.

The halo had become a symbol of Mercedes' unwavering commitment to safety and innovation in Formula 1. It was a groundbreaking achievement that would forever change the landscape of the sport. As the team celebrated their success, they knew that their invention would not only make a difference on the race track, but also in the lives of the drivers who put their trust in Mercedes and the halo.

Mercedes invented the halo. Mercedes engineers worked hard on the halo concept and presented the first prototype in 2015. Nico was the first to test the technology at the 2016 Belgian GP. In the same year, Lewis was immediately in favor of the titanium part. In the introduction to the halo, in 2018, James Allison stated that there were reinforcements in the chassis so that it was capable of supporting the weight of a double-decker bus.

In the world of Formula 1 racing, innovation and safety are paramount. The story of the invention of the halo by Mercedes is one that captures the dedication and ingenuity of the engineers and drivers involved.

It all started in 2015, when Mercedes engineers began working on a concept to increase the safety of the cars on the track. After months of hard work and dedication, they presented the first prototype of the halo, a titanium structure designed to protect the driver's head in the event of a crash.

The first test of the halo took place at the 2016 Belgian Grand Prix, with Nico Rosberg being the first to test the technology. The feedback was positive, and it was clear that the invention had the potential to revolutionize safety in the sport. In the same year, Lewis Hamilton, Rosberg's teammate, was also immediately in favor of the titanium part, seeing the potential for it to save lives on the track.

As the halo continued to undergo development and testing, Mercedes' technical director, James Allison, was at the forefront of the project. In the introduction to the halo in 2018, Allison revealed the extensive safety measures taken in its design. He stated that there were reinforcements in the chassis so that it was capable of supporting the weight of a double-decker bus, showcasing the dedication to creating a safety device that was truly robust and reliable.

The introduction of the halo marked a significant milestone in the history of Formula 1, as it represented a major step forward in driver safety. The innovative spirit and dedication of the Mercedes team, from the engineers to the drivers, had brought about a transformative change in the sport. The halo had become an essential feature of Formula 1 cars, and its impact on safety could not be overstated.

The story of the invention of the halo by Mercedes epitomizes the commitment to innovation and safety in Formula 1. It is a testament to the tireless efforts of a team determined to push the boundaries and make the sport safer for all those involved. And as the halo continues to protect drivers on the track, its legacy lives on as a symbol of progress and dedication in Formula 1.

The debut of the Formula 1 halo in 2018 was met with much anticipation and skepticism from fans and drivers alike. Many argued that the introduction of the halo compromised the aesthetic appeal of the cars, while others hailed it as a necessary safety feature. As the season progressed, however, it became clear that the halo was a game changer in terms of driver safety.

The halo is a cockpit protection system designed to protect the driver's head from flying debris and potential impact during crashes. Its effectiveness was put to the test early in the 2018 season when Charles Leclerc was involved in a terrifying crash at the Belgian Grand Prix. The halo played a crucial role in shielding his head from the impact of Fernando Alonso's airborne McLaren, allowing him to walk away from the incident unscathed. This incident alone proved the worth of the halo and spurred a renewed appreciation for its presence on the cars.

Throughout the season, there were multiple incidents where the halo undoubtedly saved lives. At the Italian Grand Prix, a terrifying collision between Marcus Ericsson and Charles Leclerc saw Ericsson's Sauber catapult over Leclerc's cockpit. The halo bore the brunt of the impact, preventing potentially fatal injuries to Leclerc. Similarly, in the Japanese Grand Prix, a collision between Brendon Hartley and Fernando Alonso saw Hartley's Toro Rosso barrel-roll over Alonso's cockpit. Once again, the halo proved its worth by protecting Alonso from serious injury.

The 2018 season saw a total of 21 races, and the presence of the halo undoubtedly played a pivotal role in saving lives. In an era where safety is paramount in the world of motorsport, the introduction of the halo has been a revolutionary step forward. Despite initial reservations about its aesthetics, the halo has become an indispensable component of Formula 1 cars, and its effectiveness in protecting drivers has silenced any remaining doubts.

As the 2018 season drew to a close, it was undeniable that the halo had made a significant impact on the safety of Formula 1. The lives saved by this crucial innovation cannot be overstated, and its presence on the cars is now regarded as non-negotiable. The halo's ability to protect drivers from potentially fatal incidents has elevated it to a status of utmost importance, and its implementation in the sport will undoubtedly continue to save lives for years to come.

[mrb52563]

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