I'm a fan of classic Formula 1

I write fan fiction, I'm just starting out.

[tweith]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

History can often change. What if Gilles had not died? How would his fate have turned out?

[seymouridae]

The giant man who was difficult not to notice from afar in the pit lane and his cat three-time world champion

Bizarre fact and amusing request from @gilles-prost!

[queenpironi]

Didier Pironi and José Dolhem.

[christiangeistdorfer]

DIDIER PIRONI, 1982 || [x]

[flymula1]

44 years ago was the second ever all-French podium in F1 history - the slightly infamous 1982 French Grand Prix, aka "French civil war and their taller, half-Italian cousin dissociating next door". Nobody calls it that but me now but whatever, you know the story. It's like Imola 82 if they were less freaks about each other and had actual team orders, except this time the world decided Alain was in the wrong for complaining about said team orders.

I've probably posted these before, but surely not in the current quality I've got them in - and you know, if not on the anniversary, then when would I update you all on scan quality, huh?

[ivegotmytowel]

Nice t-shirt, François. Is it in case you forget where you’re from?

[ivegotmytowel]

[ivegotmytowel]

François Cevert playing the piano.

[ivegotmytowel]

His sixth choice was Ludwig van Beethoven's Pathétique; François’ favourite piece to play on the piano.

[ivegotmytowel]

“When Pete told him he was marrying Louise, Mike was highly peeved. ‘What do you have to go and do that for, you stupid clot?’ He said. 'Do you realise I’d have married you if you’d been a woman?’ He then adopted Oliver Hardy’s stoic look, with a slow deprecatory shake of the head, at which Pete became a mournful Stan Laurel. This prompted Mike to grab him by the throat and strangle him horribly, leaving Pete in heap on the floor, gurgling and giggling.”

— One Glorious Hour by Don Shaw.

[ivegotmytowel]

“He had tears in his eyes and his voice broke. ‘I miss him Louise,’ then suddenly, 'I’m sorry…’ 'No, don’t be.’ Louise nodded, biting her lip. She came to him and raised her arms to embrace him. 'What was it you said - if you were a woman I’d have married you?’ 'Yeah.’ 'That would have been an interesting threesome.’ Mike grinned. 'Yeah, it would.’ He put a soft hand to the side of her head and she felt its warmth.”

— One Glorious Hour by Don Shaw.

[ivegotmytowel]

“He stood at Pete’s graveside a moment in contemplation and then bent down to stand the heavy wreath against the headstone so that the carved name ‘Peter Collins’ featured in the open centre. A printed label was attached to the wreath which read: 'Champion of the world’. Snow flakes began to adorn the wreath as he stood upright and gave a nod. 'You did it mate,’ he said. 'You did it’. He remained in contemplation for a moment and then broke away.”

— One Glorious Hour by Don Shaw.

[ivegotmytowel]

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[ivegotmytowel]

“Pedro was 31 on his January birthday in 1971. It looked to be a sterling year ahead. He got his second-in­a-row victory at Daytona. Shortly thereafter came three more sports-car racing victories in the Gulf Porsches. At the same time Pedro was establishing himself as a formidable threat for the Formula One championship. He had shown he could drive anything in any weather on any circuit. The respect he had earned was beginning to come. By July he was lying third in the championship standings. Then at a minor race at the Norisring in Germany, he was driving a Ferrari 512M—leading the race—when the privately-entered car veered out of control. Some reports said that he went off the road to avoid a slower car. Other witnesses reported seeing the Ferrari’s right-front tire slipping from the rim under braking. Anyway, the ensuing crash was brutal. The 512M left the road, struck a barrier, rebounded across the track, crashed into a barrier and burst into flames. Pedro died of a fractured skull and severe burns. I read the news and stopped doing what I was doing and thought long about lives that are like shooting stars, as brief as they are bright. I felt once more Ricardo’s enchanting smile, Pedro’s dark intensity and I was profoundly sad. I went to A.E.Housman. A poet who had written To An Athlete Dy­ing Young would surely have something apt for the young Rodriguez brothers, Ricardo and Pedro. And he did: “The lads that will die in their glory and never be old.”

— Denise McCluggage on the Rodriguez brothers

[jeezilikesports]

What an absolute WHORE

[ihaveitprinteddout]

I HAVE NOTHING APPROPRIATE TO SAY. JUST HAIRY OSCTHIGHS 👀🥵😭