i was getting ready for the azerbaijan grand prix, putting my short brown hair into a messy bun and throwing on black jeans and a british racing green polo shirt and a matching cap. as i looked in the mirror at my chocolate brown orbs my dad came into the room. "lance, get downstairs NOW" he said. "i've sold you to improve our position in the constructors' championship." i ran down the stairs and saw a bald man standing in the hallway, wearing a light blue jacket that matched his piercing orbs. "meet adrian newey," my dad said. "your new owner."
f1 as more textposts because i love to procrastinate part 2/?
Stop tire Degradation!
imagine being so unstoppable that even your shitbox of a car cannot slow you down enough. the rival dominant team with a rocketship pace is still intimidated & stressed by you being their threat, so the only way they can beat you is to get help from the official sports judges.
max verstappen, you are indeed one of the greatest
i love the canucks cant u tell
daniel ricciardo taking the fastest lap point off max’s championship contender mayhem……..charles leclerc all up in mclaren’s business in a ferrari held together by prayer causing all kind of mayhem….….max has assembled his situationships like the avengers to win this championship
Love George approaching his car like "what's all this then, who did that [headshake]" girl you 😭
does this make any sense
Painting practice