They kept my goat in a cage for YEARS. For YEARS. And then put him in a slightly bigger cage for HALF A SEASON. And then they KILLED MY GOAT. Redbull you WILL pay for your crimes.
chalking up whatever is happening to yuki at rbr this season as just “the curse of the second rbr seat” instead of gross negligence at best but more realistically outright malice is really fucked. btw.
current tcd student - saw that you were looking into getting a GCSE to fulfil the requirements, how's that going?? we always need more F1 fans here
Hi nonnie omg!!! Switched from Japanese to Latin because what’s easier than an entirely new character set? A dead language that nobody in my general vicinity teaches and literally no one speaks!
All jokes aside it’s actually going pretty well, I fucking love classic civilisations and part of the course is literature and culture which I’m devouring. It also sets me up well for Latin a level which cuts a year off the Cambridge classics course.
You’re so lucky to be a TCD student tho, it’s still tied for my top choice of uni (Cambridge w trinity hall for college being the other top choice).
If there isn’t an f1 soc yet I vote start one… maybe I’ll meet you in likee two years :]
i hope your ship goes canon is basic. i hope your fifteen year long rpf conspiracy goes canon in a forty five minute video where they make fun of you the entire time is scary. it happened to me
if i was a robot id make sure i have an inbuilt red LED mode that turns on when im evil and then id use it as a threat whenever im minorly inconvenienced.
i recently discovered the 'monday trash talk' section of the f1 subreddit and i feel like i need to share this with the world because it's absolutely hilarious
half is pure crack, half is vaguely serious BUT IN ALL CAPS
absolute all-timer of a youtube comment on the atlassian williams racing cricket video. youtube user caesarHQ please consider sports journalism
Let’s be absolutely clear about something. You take a modern Formula 1 driver – a creature honed by telemetry, fed by nutritionists, and programmed to shave off thousandths of a second while sustaining G-forces that would turn a normal human’s spleen into pâté – and you ask them to play cricket. It’s like asking a peregrine falcon to do your taxes. It’s the wrong tool, for the wrong job, in the most spectacularly wrong place possible
And that place is Lord’s. The "home of cricket." Which is another way of saying it's a very old, very green field in London surrounded by people in blazers who clap with the sort of polite enthusiasm usually reserved for a well-made scone. It is the absolute, polar opposite of the Eau Rouge-Raidillon complex at Spa. One is a symphony of screaming V6 hybrids and impending doom; the other is the gentle thwack of leather on willow, followed by a lengthy nap
Into this cathedral of calm walk Carlos Sainz and Alex Albon. Two young men whose entire existence is based on violent, immediate feedback. They make a mistake, they’re in a wall. In cricket, you make a mistake, you have to do the "walk of shame." This isn’t a quick trip back to the pits. No. It’s a long, lonely, soul-destroying trudge across an enormous lawn while thousands of people silently judge your very existence. Frankly, I think they’d prefer the wall
Guiding them is Freddie Flintoff, a man who is to cricket what a sledgehammer is to a delicate piece of porcelain. He’s a big, northern lad who used to hurl a ball at 90mph for a living. You can see the drivers looking at him, these lightweight, precision-engineered athletes, and then at Freddie, who looks like he was built in a shipyard, and the cogs are turning. They’re trying to compute how this analogue machine can generate so much force
Then comes the equipment. The "pads" and the "box." An F1 driver is cocooned in a carbon fibre monocoque that can withstand biblical impacts. Yet, here they are, strapping what look like giant mattress samples to their legs and being told the most important bit of kit is a plastic cup to protect their particulars. You can see it in Sainz’s eyes: “I drive a 200-mph Williams and this is what I’m worried about?”
The batting is, of course, a comedy. Sainz, bless him, holds the bat like a nine-iron. Every shot is a follow-through for a 300-yard drive down the fairway at Augusta. He’s trying to apply logic to a game that has none. You’re meant to watch a bouncing ball and, in a nanosecond, decide whether to defend it with a straight bat or smash it into a nearby county. All he knows is "point and squirt." Albon, meanwhile, just looks happy to be there, swinging with the joyous abandon of a man who knows this has absolutely no bearing on his actual job
But the most telling moment is the bowling. Albon hurls one down like a torpedo, all aggression and surprising speed. It’s pure instinct. There’s no technique, just a primal urge to throw something hard and fast. That’s the racer in him. Forget the line and length; just get it there, now
What you’re watching isn’t just two sportsmen trying a new sport. It’s a clash of philosophies. It’s the explosive, instantaneous world of motorsport colliding with the slow, grinding, psychological warfare of cricket. One is a sport of pure instinct and reaction; the other is a sport of patience, planning, and waiting, waiting, waiting for your moment before the inevitable failure
And in the end, they learn the most important lesson cricket can teach. It doesn’t matter how fast you are, how much downforce you have, or how brave you are into turn one. When you’re standing on that pitch and you miss the ball you look like a complete and utter clot. And there’s nothing more British than that
Okay, now that Checo is officially confirmed for Formula 1 next year, I expect at least one podium where Lestappen makes him third wheel—gotta keep the tradition alive
You have the opportunity to put any 3 f1 drivers, past or present, in a room and watch them (panopticon style) to see what they get up to and how they interact - who do you choose and how do you think it ends
because i'm a huge chaos monger, i think maybe hunt/senna/verstappen? stupid crude jokes vs uncompromising moral compass vs SPECIFICALLY mad max? great for tv
and i think it would go like this: senna starts banging on about destiny and driving with god on his side. hunt cuts in with some stupid crude remark like “i'd shag your girlfriend while you find your destiny.” verstappen is sort of keeping to himself so far, but at some point senna would start insisting he’s the only one who’s ever truly driven on the limit of what's possible, and max immediately bites back.
from here it descends into chaos instantly, i can see them squaring up. hunts pouring gas on the fire (because honestly he's a diva). max shoves senna (full on esteban shove style), senna shoves back, and within seconds it’s a full-on scrap while hunt throws in beer and insults just to make it worse — or better i guess.
obviously this ignores the idea that senna (specifically, but also hunt) is an incredibly important figure for almost all the drivers, so this wouldn't ACTUALLY happen, i'm sure the reality would be more star struck.
“Let’s have a sport that you basically HAVE to start when you’re still crawling to get ahead so all your eventual big league teammates are probably people you’ve known since you were like 5. Let’s also make it so that every team only has 2 people on it and that depending on how you race or what day it is you can choose to compete against the other person OR help them win to maximise the homosexual undertones. Also the media is evil and will make you recognise your ex situationship by lips and chin alone.“
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