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I fear those of you praying Oscar Piastri morphs into Sebastian Vettel are not considering the following two factors:

Sebastian Vettel in his youth, was a terrorist on and off track. He drove Lewis and Fernando and everyone else NUTS.

It might kill Mark Webber.

Don't know how to explain it but Simi is the opposite of Brocedes. Met later in life vs childhood friends. Strangers to best friends vs best friends to strangers. My favourite teammate vs the teammate I don't speak about. Being teammate brought us closer vs being teammate destroyed us. Seb and Kimi always saying to the press the other was their only friend on the grid vs Lewis "We are not friends". Seb being the one person Kimi extensively talked to vs Nico speaking in any language bar English to avoid speaking with Lewis. Kimi staying at Ferrari for Seb vs Nico leaving Mercedes without a warning to Lewis. Seb and Kimi always talking about eachothers vs Lewis being silent about Nico (Nico is talking to a wall). Seb saying that it's "impossible" to fight with Kimi because everytime there was an issue they openly discussed it vs Lewis and Nico fighting tooth and nail. Seb and Kimi openly despising and never using "mind games" with their teammate vs the psychological war that Nico and Lewis carried on (and Nico saying he doesn't regret playing mind games). Seb and Kimi defending eachothers against journalists vs Nico and Lewis using press to wage war. Seb and Kimi both taking their distance from F1 vs Nico and Lewis still clinging to the sport in any way they can. Ferrari red vs Mercedes silver, the first being the last heartbeats of one of the most beautiful friendship on the F1 grid, the second the first signs of the beginning of a heartbreaking war. "It's like I've known you my entire life" vs "I used to know you, but I don't anymore".

Also Charles being the son of Simi's divorce (went to Ferrari when Kimi was dropped) and Max being the son of Brocedes's divorce (he was there in 2016, front row seat).

blah blah blah put kimi antonelli in the williams and move carlos to mercedes blah blah blah

YOURE ALL WRONG

put kimi antonelli in the williams of ALEX ALBON and move alex up to mercedes.

brocedes 2.0 except theyre nice to each other and they care about each other and its not really brocedes even though theyre besties since childhood and in silver mercs.

because galex would be nice to each other. anti-brocedes. the opposite of brocedes would happen to them i think. and that would just destroy brocedes because that means for them that nico and lewis just did not have to do all that shit and were more willing to sacrifice themselves and their love for each other than race wins and it was all for nothing in the end.

it would be fun i think. loscar should do it too but they should unlock some secret third ending (im delusional abt logan sargeant redemption arc with cadillac. IT WILL HAPPEN PEOPLE) because loscar is just like, some other beast all together.

Question for Spanish speaking F1blr-- non Spanish speakers (such as myself) are def missing out on the nuanced differences in accents and dialects between Spanish speaking drivers. What do you pick up from the way Spanish speakers like Fernando, Carlos, Checo, and Franco talk? (Ex. Fernando is from a working class background, while Carlos is upper class and seemingly old money-- does that come through in the way they speak? Do Franco and Checo have regional accents from within their home countries, and have they changed their Spanish to sound more European after living abroad? Do any of them use fun country specific slang?)

Anyway, hoping this turns into the sequel of the British accent post because I love hearing about sociolinguistics. Though this may be more difficult since obviously the Hispanic world is a lot bigger than the UK.

Oscar can see it in their eyes. They’re all looking at him like he’s a monster.

fanart for @drivestraight 's eat them alive !!!!! been a long time since a fic has shook me up like this one has <333

actually I will elaborate on why didier and gilles are such a tragedy: when you think about it, they're the only iconic duo in which both are dead.

Jackie Stewart lost François Cevert and retired immediately after that, devastated by the pain of his loss, but he's still alive even if he was born in 1939!

Nigel Mansell lost Elio de Angelis and dedicated his next victory to him, he's still alive and still remembers him dearly.

Ayrton is dead, but Alain is still there.

But Didier, Didier is not here. He is not walking around paddocks with a cane, old and grey-haired, remembering Gilles at official events. In virtue of him being still alive the weight of the guilt on his shoulders would have settled off, and maybe not many people would still call him a traitor to his face. He would deserve the same pride, the same spark in his eyes Alain has when talking about his unique relationship with Ayrton, but talking about Gilles instead. About how their souls were made of the same material, how deep their friendship was and how sad it was they never had time to talk. But he would have his unique memories, and his sons, and his name would be cleared.

But he's not there. His name is still dragged in mud to this day.

Be grateful that your favourite drivers (retired or not) are still alive, that they can talk, they can spend time together. Because Didier and Gilles cannot do that anymore.

venting

saya takde apa pun nak cakap. Bila ku tak tinggal di msia saya takde orang nak bercakap melayu dengan. Saya berasa macam sedih sikit? Ini paling lama masa yang saya tak cakap dan tak dengar bm dah. Bukan lah macam bm is my first language also, saya bercakap ingris kat rumah dan sekolah selalu, so speaking english is not the adjustment. Walaupun saya tak berfikir dalam bm, ku mau the chance to bercakap dalam malay anyways.

learning about the prost-senna rivalry is ultimately realising most of it was senna being kind of crazy versus prost trying (and often failing) to keep things as normal as possible. Because the thing is I’ve always believed in order to be a top athlete you have to be somewhat obsessed and for Prost he was, for the most part, the regular amount of that. whereas Senna very famously Exceeded the usual level of being consumed by his sport.

something something the cyclical and all-consuming nature of f1 driver's love of racing

On: different parenting approaches

so keke rosberg has a world championship, and a newborn son. he retires the sport a year after, the shadow of tragedy following him -- the fatal crash of his friend and f1 driver elio de angelis being the reason.

now keke has a blonde baby that looks like its mother and babbles in german. he bonds with his son in the language he knows best — no, not his mother tongue rusty with disuse — racing.

so he builds a track in their garden in ibiza and sticks his son in the two person kart beside him before he is old enough for the helmet to even fit properly.

keke takes nico to the last race of his career in DTM, in a smaller replica of his exact uniform. keke tells him to wave. the roar of the crowd terrifies nico. he can't. he wants to be a racing driver when he grows up.

and you know this part of the story. the boy follows in his father's footsteps. in the sport of nepotism, keke rosberg is the only world champion father who lives to see his son become a champion.

so nico rosberg has a world championship and a newborn daughter. he retires the sport a year after she is born. he knows the same fatality of the sport his father does, has experienced and lost firsthand.

now nico has a blonde baby that looks like its mother and babbles in german. nico wants to bond with her in every way he can. he wants to be hands on in every way.

he speaks 5 languages, went to an international school and both she and her sister are enrolled in the same one. he reads parenting books, has tea parties with them, and drops them to school.

the thought of his daughters following in his footsteps terrifies him, and he understands now why his mother could never stomach to watch a single race of his. this glorious unforgiving sport of his, and his father's, that doesn't care who it takes. and it seems unthinkable to put a child in a racecar, even though that was his childhood.

but if she really wanted, like he really wanted -- he would not deny it.

so he takes her to a indoor go kart track in monaco, in a helmet that's bigger than her. he's tucked right behind her, safe. they share so many languages in common, french growing up in monaco, german at home, english at school, some spanish from going to ibiza. and this -- although it's been a while since he's really spoken it, his father's language-- is one of them.