#karting 2007

[umgeorge]

"#ThrowbackThursday calls for one thing… looking through the archives 🥹🎞️" - september 26, 2024 📷 @.officialgr63 / instagram

[digitalmemoriez]

✫･ﾟ*.2007･ﾟ✫*.

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton on itv's pre-race show, brazil - october 21, 2007

[yesterdays-xkcd]

You can evade blue shells in Double Dash, but it is deep magic.

Fucking Blue Shells [Explained]

Transcript

My Profanity Usage By Cause:

[A pie chart is shown.] [Injury is about 2.5% of pie chart.] [Irony is about 2.5% of pie chart.] [Misc is about 2.5% of pie chart.] [Segfaults is about 10% of pie chart.] [Mario Kart is about 82.5% of pie chart.]

[g4zdtechtv]

THE PILE PRESENTS: X-Play - Flash in the Chopan | 6/27/07

Sure glad XANA ain't infecting Dawn of Mana on this episode.

[nedison]

newly discovered footage of Genesis recording the opening theme to Mario Kart Wii in 2007

[emmaxdelicate]

BACK TO YOU | op81 x reader

summary: after years apart, Oscar returns but you're engaged, and you've got to make a decision.

warnings: angst, making out, infidelity, unresolved feelings, the timeline is absolutely not accurate but i didn't know how to put this up.

word count: 4k

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!best friend!reader

a/n: wrote this on the train omw to see sabrina(WHATT), I picture the mom as maryl streep cause i just watched mamma Mia.

Year 2005 - 4 years old

Oscar is the first friend you ever remember having.

The day your mother decided to visit her friend's house definitely changed your whole life.

Seeing the brown haired little boy, same age as you, standing there looking at you and asking you to play with him– you didn't know it then, but it would shape your life.

After some couple of visits at your mom's friend house, you became friends.

He didn't go to the same school as you, but that was okay. Quickly, almost all of your evenings were spent with him at the playground, getting ice cream together or playing in his backyard.

Year 2007 - 6 years old

It was time for both of you to start primary school and– oh– how happy you were when you found out that Oscar was going to be in your same school.  Having him by your side made everything feel less scary.

"I told you we'd always stay together" he said, smiling at you in front of the school entrance.

"You didn't tell me that," you giggled "you said we'd always be friends."

"Same thing," he shrugged "but now we get to have lunch together!"

Your smile widened, but it quickly turned into a half-frown. "What if we're not in the same class?"

Oscar's face smile for a second. "Then I promise we'll find eachother at every break."

"You promise?"

"I promise." He held out his pinky finger to you.

You quickly intertwined yours with his. His words made you feel happier.

And as you spetted in the new school side by side, you knew that as long as you two were with eachother, everything would've been okay.

2010 - 9 years old

By now, you and Oscar had become inseperable. Every morning, you would find eachother in front of school without even trying, and then in the afternoon you raced for who could get to the park first.

But some things were starting to change.

He started spending more time with the boys in your class. The ones who talked about soccer all the time and things you didn't really care about. You really didn't mind–or at least, you told yourself you didn't– but some days, you felt like he was silently slipping away.

One day, when the bell rang, you ran outside like always, expecting for him to follow. But he didn't.

You turned around, he was already walking off with them, he didn't even turn around.

You hesitated, then swallowed the lump in your throat and sat down on the swing alone.

Few minutes later, you heard footsteps approaching.

"Are you okay?" Oscar's voice cut through the silence.

You looked up, surprised "I thought you were playing with them."

"I was, but then I saw you. Why didnt you come over?"

You kicked at the dirt "Didn't think you'd notice."

Oscar frowned. “Of course, I noticed.” He sat down on the swing next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours. “You’re my best friend.”

The knot in your chest loosened, just a little. “Even if you like soccer now?”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t even like it that much.” Then, a smirk. “Besides, none of them can beat me in a race across the field like you can.”

You grinned despite yourself. “Obviously.”

And just like that, everything felt okay again.

Year 2013 - 12 years old

Oscar has recently started to get into karting. He talked about cars all the time, sometimes you had to pretend that you understood whatever he was telling you– but you listened anyway, because he was oscar.

He also started racing, and you were there every single time.

"Are you nervous?" You asked him as he sat on the edge of his kart, helmet resting on his lap.

He shrugged, "Not really," but you could see how his fingers tightened around the strap.

You raised an eyebrow. "Liar."

He let out a small laugh. "Okay, maybe a little." He sighed and glanced towards the track. "I just... I want to win."

"You will." Your voice was steady, like you weren't even a bit unsure.

——

You stood on the side of the track, watching as Oscar steered through the curves with ease.

He was good. Better than you had expected.

Each turn, each overtake—it was like he belonged there. The quiet, sometimes awkward boy you grew up with had disappeared the moment he put on that suit, replaced by someone confident, sharp, and completely in control.

When he crossed the finish line in second place, you swore you had never cheered so loud in your life.

He found you right after, breathless, his hair a mess as he took off his helmet. “Second,” he said, like he couldn’t believe it himself.

“You were amazing,” you grinned.

He exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair. “I wanted to win.”

You rolled your eyes. “You will. Next time.”

He looked at you for a second, then nodded. “Yeah. Next time.”

And he did. It was the first of many, and you were there every single time.

But what you didn’t know—what neither of you knew—was that each race was bringing him closer to something bigger. Something that, one day, might take him away from you.

Year 2014 - 13 years old

You liked him. Not Oscar. Another boy from school. He was nice, funny, and, for some reason, he actually paid attention to you.

You're not sure when it all started. Maybe when he smiled at you on the hallway, maybe when he sat next to you in class. And when he turned to you to ask you something, you sometimes wonder what it'd be like if he like you back.

He didn't. You just had to learn the hard way.

You overheard him talking to some other boys about a girl from anothe class. About how she was so cute and nice. And just like that, every hope you had just shattered.

You didn't want it to show, so you just tried to act normal.

But of course, Oscar noticed.

"What's wrong?" He asked later that day at your house, both pretending to watch some movie.

"Nothing." You mumbled, curled up against the armrest.

He didn't buy it. "Come on," he nudged your  knee with his, "just tell me."

"It's stupid." You exhaled, moving it away.

And then he just stayed silent. Like he always did. Always just being there, so that you knew you could always talk to him.

"I liked someone," you admitted finally. "And he likes someone else.

He stayed quiet for a bit. "He's an idiot then." He finally spoke up.

You let out a little, quiet laugh. "That doesn't really help."

"But it's true," his voice was steady. "If he can't see how great you are than he's not worth it"

Something about how he said that made your heart twist. Too sincere– too Oscar.

You swallowed, forcing a smile. "You have to say that, you're my best friend."

He shook his head and looked at you like he wanted to say more. But instead, he just pulled you in for an hug. You rested your head on his shoulder.

The ache in chest was still there, but with Oscar by your side it didn't feel quite as heavy.

And maybe, just maybe, you were looking for love in the wrong place.

Year 2015 - 14 years old

He wouldn’t look at you. That was the first sign.

Oscar always looked at you, even when he was lying, even when he was nervous. But today, he kept his eyes on the ground, his fingers pulling at the loose threads on the sleeve of his hoodie.

You were sitting at your usual spot—your spot—at the park just down the street from his house. It was warm out, the kind of late afternoon that begged for peace and quiet. Instead, you were waiting for the moment that would change everything.

“So… I’m leaving.”

Your stomach twisted. “What do you mean leaving?”

“For karting. It’s getting serious. There’s a team in England that wants me full-time. I’ll be based there from now on.”

The words hit like static—sharp and hard to focus on.

“What? For how long?”

He hesitated. “I don’t know. A while. Maybe… permanently.”

You blinked at him, trying to process it. You knew he was talented. You knew karting was becoming more than just a weekend hobby. But this—moving—leaving you—

“And you’re just telling me now?”

“I didn’t know how,” he said quickly. “I didn’t want you to be mad.”

“Mad? Oscar, I’m not mad. I’m—” you cut yourself off, biting the inside of your cheek. “I’m just not ready for this.”

He finally looked at you. His eyes were soft, guilty. “I don’t want to leave you behind.”

“But you are.”

Silence settled between you. And maybe that was the worst part—there was no real villain in this. No one to blame. Just timing. Just growing up.

You forced a smile. “I always knew you’d go off and do something big.”

He shifted closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re part of that, you know. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you.”

Your throat burned. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”

And when he hugged you that night—longer than usual, tighter than ever—you tried not to wonder if it was the beginning of the end.

Because if it was, you didn’t want to let go.

––

Later that summer, he left.

You didn’t cry when he told you the exact date. You didn’t cry when you helped him fold his shirts into that stupid suitcase. And you didn’t cry when his parents invited you to come to the airport with them.

But the second you saw him standing at the gate, ticket in hand, eyes searching for you in the crowd—your chest cracked.

“Do you really have to go?”

He nodded slowly. “I do.”

There was no excitement in his face. Not right now. Just a kind of sad acceptance, like he hated this part of the dream as much as you did.

“I hate you,” you whispered. It was a lie.

“I know,” he said, pulling you into his arms.

You buried your face into his shoulder, breathing him in like it was the last time—because maybe it was. He was warm. Familiar. Yours.

But not for much longer.

“Don’t forget me.”

“I couldn’t if I tried.”

They called his flight. This was it.

You were holding back tears, teeth pressing into your lip so hard it hurt. And then, suddenly, he took your hand.

“There’s something I need to say before I go.”

He looked terrified—but not of the flight. Of this. Of you.

“I like you.”

Your heart stopped.

“I think I’ve liked you for a long time,” he continued, voice soft and rushed, like if he didn’t say it now, he never would. “But I’m leaving, and it’s not fair to ask you to wait for me or promise anything right now.”

You blinked quickly, unsure if this was real or some dream your brain would make up just to hurt you.

“But I will come back,” he said. “And when I do… I’m going to love you. Really. Properly.”

He squeezed your hand. “If you’ll let me.”

You nodded, lips trembling. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Then he leaned in and kissed your cheek. Just once. Warm, gentle, trembling.

“I’ll see you soon. I promise” He pulled you into one last hug.

And then he turned and walked away.

And you stood there, full of hope and something like a promise.

Even though part of you already feared what time and distance could do.

Year 2025 - 24 years old

It's not like you forgot about him, about your promise. You just drifted apart.

Late night calls had become less frequent, you stopped telling him about all the things your friends did at school, and he didn't tell you much about racing.

So when you opened your hotel room door and saw him standing there, it definitely took you by surprise.

He looked older.

Not just in the way his face had changed—sharper jaw, broader shoulders—but in his eyes. Like life had moved faster for him than it should have.

You stood there in silence for a second too long.

And then he smiled, just barely.

“Hey.”

You didn’t respond right away. You weren’t sure you could.

“How did you even find me?”

“Took some digging,” he said with a small shrug. “I wasn’t sure you’d even open the door.”

“I almost didn’t.”

Another pause. You were both doing that thing—where your words stayed polite, but your eyes were begging for something real.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” he admitted. “A lot, actually.”

“Oscar—”

“Wait. Just let me say this, okay?”

You nodded, barely.

“I remembered the promise,” he said, voice quiet. “The one I made before I left. That when I came back, I’d love you.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“I know. But I meant it.”

You took a breath that hurt.

“You’re a little late.”

He blinked.

You hesitated—then stepped aside just enough for him to see the suitcase by the bed, the white dress hanging on the bathroom door, the ring on your finger.

He didn’t say anything for a long time.

And then finally, just–“Right.”

He nodded once. Like he accepted it. Like he deserved it.

And maybe he did.

“Congratulations,” he said. His voice cracked on the word, just slightly. “Really.”

You wanted to say something—anything—but he was already turning to leave.

"Oscar, wait."

You grabbed his wrist before you could even think about what you were doing.

He turned, slowly, his eyes already glassy, as if he knew—hoped—you’d stop him.

“You can’t just show up like this,” you whispered. “Say all those things and expect me to know what to do with them.”

He held your gaze like it was the last thing anchoring him to the moment.

“I don’t expect anything. I just… I needed you to know.”

“Why now?”

“Because I couldn’t keep wondering. I couldn’t keep pretending that I didn’t leave a part of me behind when I left you.”

You swallowed hard, blinking against the burn in your eyes.

“It wasn’t fair,” you said, voice cracking, “you made a promise and then disappeared.”

“I didn’t mean to forget you.”

“But you did.”

Silence. The kind that buzzed in your ears.

You still hadn’t let go of his wrist. He hadn’t tried to pull away.

“If I wasn’t getting married tomorrow…” you started, but the sentence died in your throat.

Oscar’s expression shifted—just slightly—but he didn’t smile.

“But you are.”

You nodded.

And finally, your fingers loosened their grip.

“Goodbye, Oscar.”

He didn’t say it back.

He just looked at you like you were something he'd been chasing through every racetrack, every airport, every city—and then walked away.

––

This was wrong. God, this was so wrong.

You were getting married tomorrow, for fucks sake! What were you thinking?

This was definitely a compromising situation. Pushed up against the wall with your childhood best friend's tongue down your throat.

His hands wandered over your hips, and your arms were on the nape of his neck.

You two pulled away to breathe. He was giving in again. "Wait– Osc."

He looked at you, breathless. "What?"

"I– Oh my god," You hid your face in your hands. "What am I doing?" You mumbled.

This s

This was wrong. God, this was so wrong.

You were getting married tomorrow, for fuck's sake! What were you thinking?

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He stood there, watching you, his expression unreadable. He opened his mouth, then closed it, like he wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything.

"I don’t know." His voice was low, broken. "I just… I missed you."

His words hung in the air, heavy, suffocating. He was looking at you like he hadn't been able to breathe properly for years. And now, here you were—seconds from doing something you would both regret.

But the way he was looking at you—the way he used to—it pulled at something deep inside you. Something you’d buried away so long ago.

"Oscar…" You tried to pull away, but his hands didn’t let you. He was still there, holding on, as if somehow he was afraid you’d slip through his fingers if he let go.

"Don’t… don’t walk away again." His voice cracked, barely audible. It was the sound of a man begging for something he knew he couldn’t have.

"I’m getting married tomorrow," you whispered, barely believing the words yourself.

But he didn’t move. Didn’t step back. Instead, his grip tightened, like he couldn’t bear to let you go, even if you were the one slipping away.

"I don’t care," he said quietly. "I should’ve cared sooner, I know. But I didn’t. And now I do."

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of his hands on your skin. This was wrong, so wrong—but the way he was looking at you, like he could take you back in time to when everything was simpler, made it harder to think. Harder to do the right thing.

"We can’t do this," you finally said, pulling away just enough to breathe. "I’m not that girl anymore. And you… You’re not that boy. We’ve changed."

Oscar’s gaze faltered. For a moment, you almost saw him as the boy you once knew—the one who promised to come back for you, the one who swore he’d love you one day. But that was a long time ago.

"Maybe not," he said softly. "But part of me still believes in that promise."

And it broke you. Because a part of you still believed in it too.

––

Your heart was racing in your chest like it never had before. The weight of what you've done crushing you.

You'd always hated cheaters. People who couldn't keep their promises. You weren't supposed to be like this.

But now, standing here in the wreckage of your life, you realized that you weren’t just mad at yourself for breaking your own rules. You were mad at yourself for ignoring your own truth. The one you’d buried deep inside, behind the engagement, behind the plans for a future you weren’t even sure you wanted anymore.

So, in a daze, you grabbed your phone and called the one person you always turned to when everything felt like it was falling apart.

"Mom…" Your voice cracked before you could say more.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Her voice was calm, but you could hear the worry underneath.

"I don’t know what I’m doing," you whispered. "I just—I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life, and I don’t even know if I can stop it."

There was a long silence on the other end. Your mother had always been the type to let you figure things out on your own, but this time, she didn’t rush to fill the silence.

"Tell me what’s going on," she finally said.

And you did. You told her everything. About Oscar showing up at your hotel room, about the kiss, about the overwhelming weight of your engagement, your future, the promises made and broken.

When you finished, you didn’t hear your mother’s usual comfort or reassurances. Instead, she said something that caught you completely off guard.

"You don’t owe anyone anything, sweetheart." Her voice softened. "You owe it to yourself to be happy. You’ve spent so much time trying to make everyone else happy, trying to live up to what everyone expects from you… but what do you want?"

You stared at the floor, feeling the weight of her words settle over you.

"I don’t know anymore," you admitted. "I thought I did. I thought I was ready. But now—"

"Listen to your heart. If you’re not sure, if it doesn’t feel right, then maybe it’s time to let go. I know you’ve always wanted to do the right thing, but maybe the right thing is following your own path, not the one you’ve been forced to follow."

You closed your eyes, the rush of emotions overwhelming. Your mom was right.

You had been suffocating under the weight of a life you thought you wanted, one that was supposed to be perfect, but was anything but. You weren’t sure what it would look like when you took a different path, but staying on the one you were on was killing you.

"I can’t do this to myself anymore," you whispered. "I’m not happy, Mom. I don’t want to marry him."

Your mom was quiet for a long moment, then spoke softly.

Then don’t. You’re not the same person you were when you made those plans. Do what makes you happy, honey."

And with that, something inside you clicked. You were finally seeing yourself clearly, for the first time in a long while.

You didn’t need to keep running from the truth.

––

The next morning, you made a decision.

You packed your things, your mind made up. You had a lifetime of mistakes to make, but you wouldn’t make this one.

So you wrote a letter. Left it on the bed. Saying you were extremely sorry, that you knew this wasn't a you thing to do, but you just had to.

Then you found Oscar at the lobby

He was standing by the reception, glancing around like he’d been waiting for something, someone. As soon as he saw you, his face lit up with a cautious hope, like he was unsure if this moment would play out the way he wanted it to. But when you walked up to him, he didn’t wait for you to say anything.

“You came.” His voice was softer than you remembered, and it cut through the confusion you’d been living in for the past few hours.

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. His eyes never left yours, full of questions you weren’t sure you had answers for.

“Oscar, I—” Your voice faltered. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I thought I had it all figured out. But I don’t. I thought I could make this work, this life with him, but I can’t. Not when... not when it’s not right.”

Oscar’s eyes searched yours, and for a moment, the room felt like it had paused. You saw the same man you had known since childhood, the one who had always been there, the one who always understood, and yet... this was new. It was different. But it was still him. And you realized, suddenly, that you were still you—the same person you had been, just someone who had learned how to make choices for herself, even if it meant breaking the mold you’d been trying to fit into.

> “Are you saying you—” he began, voice uncertain.

You didn’t need to let him finish. You took a step closer, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for his. “I’m saying that I can’t get married tomorrow. I don’t love him the way I thought I did. I love you, Oscar. I always have.”

The words hung in the air, thick with years of unspoken promises. Oscar’s breath caught, and for a moment, he looked at you like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Then, without another word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you like he had been waiting for this moment, too.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he whispered into your hair.

“I’ve always known,” you murmured, eyes closing. “But I had to figure it out for myself.”

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as he smiled at you, a smile that reached his eyes and softened everything around you.

"So what now?” he asked softly. “Do we... do we start over?”

You nodded, feeling something click inside you. Something you hadn’t realized was missing until now.

“Yeah, we do,” you said with a quiet determination. “Together.”

And as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew one thing for sure: this was the right choice. You weren’t just choosing him—you were choosing yourself, and what was meant to be.

[dear-ao3]

hey wait im also new to f1 but i saw the other ask and i was curious abt what you meant when you said no one will ever do it like nico rosberg?? also retiring after your first championship win is insane lmao what a power move

nico rosberg is just. he’s insane. he’s cunty. he’s wonderful. he possesses sass and audacity unlike any other. we unfortunately do not have time to get into his whole story (my lunch break is only so long) but here’s some highlights:

-technically he’s a nepo baby. his dad, keke rosberg, won the world championship in 1982 and they remain one of the Few father son duos to both win a world championship (don’t ask me who the others are idk but i know they exist)

-he and lewis hamilton met when they were kids in the late 90s sometime and were gokarting teammates at some point in i think the early 2000s? (not fact checking i don’t have the time rn) and they were Besties. they’ve talked about this before, mostly in older interviews, but the gist is that both of them were outcasts from the other karting kid in opposite ways (nico was the son of a champion and rich and lewis was from nothing and pretty much the only poc most of the time) and that drew them together and they were Menaces according to legend. everything was a competition and they trashed hotel rooms and ate pizza and ice cream and kellogg frosties and went to greece and dreamed of being in f1 together

-nico signed with williams in 2006. his teammate was mark webber. and nico had long flowing blonde hair (this is important). he crashed at one race and mark webber said “britney’s in the wall” cementing the nickname britney, like britney spears. jenson button (another driver) said later on that they called nico britney because he was “very pretty” (do with that what you will)

-he was just. insane. cunty. constantly looked like a european bond villain. wore god awful shoes. whole bit. once he stayed in his car when it got craned off the track cause he didn’t want his hair to get wet. which is insane cause he’s wearing a helmet it would have gotten equally as not wet had he gotten out.

-anyway, lewis made it to f1 in 2007 and they had their first podium together i think that year (?) and it’s cute and fun and oh boy you’re not ready for what these two have coming

-lewis won the championship in 2008 (but he almost won in 2007, his rookie year) at mclaren.

-nico went to mercedes when they recentered the grid in 2010. his teammate was michael schumacher, who was fresh out of retirement. (yes the michael schumacher, 7x world champion). michael fucked with nico endlessly according to legend, including making him piss in a bucket pre race because he would hog the bathroom until the last possible second. nico still out preformed him most of the time, and the car was mid as hell.

-michael retired part 2 at the end of 2012. and who replaced him but lewis hamilton

-so the two of them were teammates again. the cards were absolute Stacked against them. because yes they were besties yes they’d known eachother forever but the first person you’re judged against is your teammate. and you’re trying to beat your teammate. and lewis already had a championship. nico wanted a championship.

-2013 was relatively chill. the car was kinda mid. they did well but not fantastic and did some fuck ass pr (highly reccomend looking those videos up)

-2014 they had a car that could win. and they started fighting eachother for wins. they played all kinds of mind games against eachother and withheld stats and nico ran illegal engine modes (supposedly) and lewis said they were no longer friends after nico supposedly wrecked his monaco qualifying one year but they claimed they still supported eachother and were friends off track. lewis won in 2014 and in 2015. but nico was right behind him and he wanted to win a championship, he didn’t want to be a number 2 driver

-so in 2016 nico did some insane shit. he stopped sleeping with his wife so that he could get better sleep or something, he did weird things to cut weight, he basically did everything and then some to win. and then he did. he won the championship and then at the prize giving ceremony announced he was retiring. he didn’t tell lewis this.

more after i get off work :)

[blorbocedes]

did u see that lewis said in that reaction video that he and nico were friends from ages 13-16 and then they weren't anymore... i believe him when he says that they weren't in touch in their karting days after that but lewis... girl... we have seen what you two were like before u became merc teammates...

I mean they snowboarded together on vacation at 17

they partied together with Vivian (and Nico and Vivian didn't start dating until they were 18)

this is them in 2004 aka they were 19

He and Adrian Sutil and Nico went on vacation to Thailand in 2007

And there's the whole bahrain 2008 video

But also Lewis is 40 and I definitely believe they weren't Best Friends after karting. but theyre documented somewhat in touch after and ykno memories blur, it's not his job to remember all that... it's mine 😁

[wintergreenoreo]

I saw a take on Twitter so bad i needed to put my foot down and make this 😤:

Explanations under cut.

Oscar is a Mark/Fernando spawn: Oscar was a FA Kart kid and was mentored by him when they were in purgatory (Alpine). Mark was with him his entire karting career and is currently his manager. Fernando and Mark are literally husbands. Enough said.

Carlos is a Fernando spawn: Pretty common knowledge.

Stoffel is a Fernando/Jenson spawn: Was the bundle of sunshine that Fernando and Jenson carried around when they were going through the trenches (McHonda).

Logan is a Jenson adoptee: Jenson literally said “if you need a shoulder to cry on i’ll be here” like a dad consoling his son after a bad football game.

Lando is a Fernando/Lewis spawn: Ok this one has potential to be funny as hell. Dysfunctional family. Fernando and Lewis divorced but still try to take turns with Lando. Lando prefers Nando because he lets him do whatever he wants and Lewis thinks Fernando is bad influence on him. Fernando doesn’t care. Also Lando got into F1 because of 2007 so 😬.

George is a Lewis/Nico spawn: British and also exhibits the exotic cuntiness of a high class wine auntie. Literally best of both worlds.

Charles is a Lewis/Seb spawn: Sebastian’s pride and joy. Little golden sunshine. Seb and Lewis are literally husbands. Lewis is the dad that stepped up for Charles when Seb retired. Now since they’re gonna be teammates it’ll be much easier 😌.

Mick is a Seb adoptee: It is Seb’s duty to protect his hero’s little lion cub. Most dad shaped when it comes to Mick.

Had to get this off my chest 😮‍💨

[citysuk]

when we were young | lh44 & nr6

chapter 3

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!strategist x nico rosberg

summary: "flashbacks when you meet me, your buzz cut and his hair bleached. even in my worst times, you could coul see the best of me. flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes. even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me."

words: 1171

warnings: love triangle, fluffiness, 3 idiots who don't know how to really talk about their feelings. eventual angst. eventual brocedes conflict.

notes: double update? in this economy? yeah! love these three sm, I can't make you wait long. like and reblogs are very much appreciated 🤍 let me know if you want to be added to the tags!

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Monte Carlo, Monaco — May 2006

You were in the same place as many years before, different time.

And as if you knew this place like the back of your hand, you didn’t need to turn to know who was coming. You’d recognize that laugh anywhere.

"Did you get taller, or is that just the Monaco ego showing?" you teased without looking back.

Lewis grinned as he stepped beside you, helmet under his arm, sweat still drying on his neck from the GP2 practice session. "Definitely taller," he said, flashing that crooked smile. "But yeah... maybe a little ego too. You need it here to survive."

You bumped his shoulder gently, grinning. "GP2 leader suits you."

He chuckled. "Feels weird without you out there, though. Like the grid’s missing something."

"Missing me spinning you off at the start, you mean?"

"Exactly that," Lewis grinned wider. "I miss seeing you in my mirrors."

Before you could reply, another familiar voice chimed in behind. "Still lying to her, Hamilton? Some things never change."

Nico strolled up, shades pushed into his hair, Williams team shirt crisp and clean. He grinned warm and easy, like old times — not the polished F1 rookie the rest of the paddock knew.

"You’re one to talk, Britney," Lewis shot back. "When’s the last time you admitted she beat you fair and square in karting?"

Nico gasped, mock offended. "Never. My pride’s worth more than the truth."

You laughed, shaking your head as they slipped into their usual teasing rhythm — easy, familiar, like nothing important had changed since those karting days. For a moment, standing there under the Monaco sun, it felt just like before. Three kids at the track again.

Lewis leaned against the barrier beside you, looking out over the pit lane. "Crazy, right? All of us here. Monaco. GP2. Formula 1. It’s like everything we used to talk about actually happened."

Nico smirked. "Told you it would."

You smiled, warmth curling in your chest. "It's wild seeing you two doing this for real. Like the world let you in after all that dreaming."

Lewis tilted his head, eyeing you. "Your world too, you know. You didn’t just disappear after karting."

You hesitated for a heartbeat, then grinned, pulse quickening. "Actually... that’s what I wanted to tell you both."

They quieted at once, turning to you.

"I signed with Mercedes," you said, trying to keep the smile from breaking wider. "Starting next season. Strategist."

Silence — and then Nico let out a sharp laugh. "No way. Seriously?"

"Seriously. Vodafone McLaren Mercedes Full contract. Starting 2007."

Lewis whooped, punching the air. "What?! Mate, that’s huge!"

"I know," you grinned, cheeks starting to ache. "I wanted to wait until it was all official before telling you guys."

Nico shook his head, laughing softly. "Unbelievable. From karting to the pit wall. You’re going to be running the show while we sweat out there on track."

"Better you than some suit who’s never smelled burning rubber in their life," Lewis said, eyes bright. "Damn, this is brilliant."

The three of you stood there for a moment, grinning like idiots, the sound of engines in the background, Monaco glittering around you.

"You’re going to kill it," Nico said finally, nudging your shoulder. "Mercedes is lucky to have you."

Lewis bumped your other side, grinning. "Guess that means when I get to F1, you’ll be telling me when to pit."

You laughed — real and full. "You better hope I like you that day." Their laughter joined yours, loud and warm, carrying over the roar of engines below.

For the first time that weekend, the future felt bright — not because of what they were doing, but because you were finally part of it too.

Your hotel room smelled like fresh shower gel and chocolate — the reward for surviving a long, sunny day in Monaco. You flopped backwards onto the bed, arms spread wide, staring at the ceiling with a grin.

"Mercedes. Bloody hell... Mercedes!" you laughed softly to yourself, the words feeling strange and wonderful out loud.

A soft knock came at the door. You frowned, checking the time. Past midnight.

"Room service!" came Lewis’s voice — badly disguised in a terrible French accent.

You groaned but couldn’t help smiling. "Lewis, what the hell—?"

"Open up before Nico finishes everything," he said, dropping the act. "We brought snacks."

Laughing despite yourself, you opened the door. Lewis stood there grinning, arms full of hotel room service plates — fries, tiny sandwiches, chocolate mousse. Nico behind him, holding a bottle of something bubbly from the minibar.

"Late night feast!" Lewis announced grandly.

"Old tradition," Nico smirked, pushing past you into the room. "Like Rye House — but warmer. And with fewer rats."

You rolled your eyes but smiled wide. "You guys are ridiculous."

"You're lucky we love you," Lewis grinned, balancing the trays on your tiny coffee table. "Otherwise you’d be stuck brooding up here on your Mercedes high horse, all alone."

"Brooding? I’m celebrating," you laughed, stealing a fry off the tray. "God, I’m still buzzing from telling you two."

"You should be. Big girl in the big league now," Nico teased, plopping onto the bed and kicking off his shoes.

Lewis sprawled onto the floor with a groan. "I give you six months before you’re running the whole damn team."

"I’ll be gentle when I start bossing you both around," you smirked, grabbing a sandwich.

"That’s what I’m afraid of," Nico muttered with a grin.

For the next hour, the room filled with laughter, crumbs, and old karting jokes. Lewis teased Nico about the time his engine stalled right before a final. Nico reminded you how you broke your own visor during a crash and stomped around like a storm cloud.

Lewis pretended to interview Nico with a butter knife like a Sky Sports reporter.

"So, Rosberg — tell the viewers, how will it feel being lapped by someone who used to glue stickers on her kart next to yours?"

Nico grabbed a fry and pointed it at you. "She’ll be feeding us pit orders while sipping espresso on the wall. But I welcome the challenge of having her on the paddock. Unlike Lewis, who’ll probably be stuck in GP2 forever"

"Oi!" Lewis grinned, throwing a napkin at him.

For the first time in weeks — maybe months — your chest felt light. Like the future wasn’t so heavy after all.

Later, when the food was gone and the minibar empty, they lay sprawled across your tiny hotel bed and floor, yawning, content.

Lewis propped up on one elbow, looking at you, his smile gentle now. "You’re gonna be brilliant next year. Proper brilliant. They’ve no idea how lucky they are."

"Mercedes is lucky," Nico echoed with a tired grin.

Your chest squeezed warm. "I’m lucky," you whispered.

The room fell into a sleepy quiet — three old friends curled around crumbs and memories, the outside world far away.

For one perfect night... it was just the three of you again.

Like karting days. Like always.

[bad268]

Could I request Lewandowski with a reader who is either a footballer or a F1 driver? And reader meeting the Barcelona team for the first time? Also if someone or multiple someones are a fan of reader (maybe Lamine, Pedri, Gavi or Fermin) and them just being awestruck and Lewandowski is just like "yeah that's my wife"? Or something like that if possible? Of course if not that is fine, thank you!😄 <3

That's My Wife (Robert Lewandowski X Aston Martin F1! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (I found this one fun)

Warnings: Marriage/mentions of retirement

POV: Second Person (You/your/She/her)

W.C. 1264

Summary: Robert and F1 Driver! Reader have the same story for their number. Weird.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

When you joined Formula 1 in 2007, you took the world by storm. You were only supposed to fill in for the injured Robert Kubica, but you managed to qualify seventh and finish eighth in your first race, becoming the youngest driver to score a championship point. You were announced as a full-time Toro Rosso driver in 2008, and you claimed your lucky number nine as your driver number. 

If anyone asked you why you liked the number nine or what made it your lucky number, you’d respond with something along the lines of “It’s a pretty number” or “I like square roots.” The real reason was a little more sentimental. It was the day (and month) that you met the love of your life. 

On the ninth of September, 1999, you were in Poland for a karting race, one of the last ones of the championship that you were sure to win. As long as you finished in the points, you would take your last cadet karting championship before moving into the junior class of racing. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, you had gone to a nearby park to get away from the hustle and bustle that was always around you, it seemed. 

You came across a few people playing football, and you decided to ask if you could join. Most of the boys looked at you funny before talking to each other in Polish, you later learned they were talking crap about you, but one of them stood up for you and took you onto his team. 

That ended up being your future best friend turned boyfriend turned fiance turned husband, Robert Lewandowski.

It was fun for you to keep in contact with your constant traveling, but it got easier when you both got access to phones. You were each other’s biggest fans from a distance. As much as Robert would have wanted to support you at a race, he was generally in practice or in most cases, he had a match at the same time. That was until the Spanish Grand Prix landed in a break of matches. This was a big weekend for you, so obviously, you invited Robert.

“Any plans for the week off?” Some of the guys discussed in the locker room, but Robert was rushing to get out of there. “Woah, Robert! What’s with the rush?”

“I have paddock tickets to the Formula 1 race, and I want to get to the track before practice 3 starts,” He explained as he packed his team kit and changed into a copy of your Aston Martin team kit.

“Wait, you’re a fan of Y/n L/n? As in the best Formula 1 driver of modern times?” Fermin gasped as he recognized the Aston Martin colors and number 9 on Robert’s back.

“They’re legendary! I wish I could see them race,” Lamine sighed as he moved around the locker room.

“I’d kill to even see them in person,” Gavi chuckled as he brushed through his sweaty hair.

“I remember crying when they left Red Bull,” Pedri laughed, “Then, I cried when they left Ferrari.”

“If you wanted to go, just say so,” Robert chuckled as he zipped his bag closed. He turned back to the rest of the boys, who were all staring at him with their jaws on the floor. “What’s the look for? I said I have multiple tickets, and if you wanted to come, I’m sure the team can accommodate all of us.”

That comment went over the boys’ heads, but they were all buzzing about going to the race.

Robert sent you a quick text about getting tickets for the rest of the team. Obviously, you and Aston Martin had no problem inviting the FC Barcelona team to the Spanish Grand Prix. It made sense, and they could get some great content out of it.

By the time they made it to the track, the atmosphere was electric (boogie woogie). There were cars going around the track, and the boys were mesmerized. They were Formula 2 cars, not Formula 1 cars, but Robert didn’t have the heart to squash their amazement just yet. 

They made it to the Aston Martin hospitality in no time since Robert had been around this track multiple times in secret. This wasn’t his first year supporting you, but this would be his first time supporting you from your garage. When they walked in, it didn’t take them long to find you talking and laughing with a few of your engineers.

“I cannot believe I am in their presence,” Pedri whispered as he froze a little ways away from you. Fermin, Gavi, and Lamine also paused as they stared wide-eyed at you in shock. Robert rolled his eyes at their antics as he walked up behind you and quickly dropped his hands to your shoulders before your engineers could alert you of his presence.

You jumped in your seat, turning back to the perpetrator before jumping up to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Oh my god, you’re here!” You cheered as you pulled back from Robert and caught the eyes of the other boys. “Oh, and here’s my favorite football club.” You bid your goodbyes to your engineers before you walked up to the group. “Have you guys been to a race? I can show you around the garage. I might even let you sit in the car.”

“Even me?” Robert teased as he stood beside you with an arm slung over your shoulder.

“No, you’re too tall,” You joked with a face grimace, “Plus, you sat in the empty chassis before I did my seat fitting. Don’t even start.”

“Wait, wait, wait, he’s been here before? When?” Gavi gasped as he looked between you and Robert.

“Are you guys friends? Is that why?” Lamine pointed between you two. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s why.”

“Yeah, he is my best friend,” You replied sarcastically as you led the boys out to your garage. The Formula 2 race had wrapped up, and most of your mechanics had flooded back into your garage. When you got there, you realized that the session was closer than you thought, so you had to rush to get everything ready to go out. The boys were in awe as Robert pointed out some basic things in the garage, including your helmet. 

“I wonder why she chose number 9,” Fermin said more to himself as he looked at the 9/9/99 imprinted on your helmet.

“I chose it for my husband,” You butted in after talking with your strategist. “It’s the day we met.”

“Hey, Robert, didn’t you meet your wife on September 9th, too?” Gavi chuckled before cutting himself short when you and Robbert didn’t laugh. “Wait a second.”

“Surprise,” Robert said, “She’s my wife.”

“Oh, you have so much to catch us up on,” Pedri gasped as he digested the information.

��I’ll tell you most of it throughout next season,” You replied as you started getting ready for your session. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’m retiring after this season.”

“Wait, what?” All of the boys, including Robert, objected as you grabbed your helmet and balaclava. 

“I’ve been racing for almost 15 years, guys,” You chuckled as if it were obvious. “I want to go to some of your matches and enjoy life without worrying about a rigorous diet and exercise schedule. Plus, Fernando Alonso is taking my place. He’s the best rookie out there.”

“Isn’t Fernando older than you?”

“You want to see us play?”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving. I’m gonna cry again.”

~~~~~

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[niky44]

The story of: Brocedes

But what it was to really be someone's "everything but a lover?"

The two of them met in 1998 during a karting race in Italy. Nico Rosberg, the son of former F1 world champion Keke Rosberg, the nepo baby and the star of Italian karting. On the other hand there was Lewis Hamilton, coming from a poor English family who was often bullied for his skin colour.

On the last lap of the race Lewis has passed Nico and claimed the victory, but also impressed Keke, who later on came up to him with an idea of creating team just for him and Nico.

He accepted.

They became friends immediately. Travelling and destroying hotel rooms together during their 'wrestling' fights, competing with one another for pizza, eating frosties together or convincing their team manager to buy them ice cream in the middle of the night.

Once Nico's family even took Lewis with them on a vacation to Greece. The other night then they were laying on a yacht under the stars, dreaming of making it to Formula 1 together, of racing along side each other in one of the top teams and fighting for wins.

The very much thing that destroyed them.

In 2007 they both made it to F1 and in 2008 they celebrate Nico's first podium together on the top steps. Then in 2013 Lewis joins Mercedes and they're dream of becoming teammates comes true.

They promise each other that whatever will happen on the race track won't transfer into real life.

In 2014 goes on and wins the championship, while Nico has to watch him lift the P1 trophy like he had to for the past eighteen years.

Although he's tried so many different ways to beat him that season, like when he switched to banned - more aggressive - engine mode during the Bahrain Grand Prix to overtake Lewis. Which worked, until it didn't when Lewis pulled the same move on him couple of races later.

Mercedes then has completely forbidden them from switching the modes at all.

Still Nico has lost and he was getting more and more frustrated, determined not to come second to Lewis the following season.

At the beginning of the 2015 season the lines between friendship and rivalry started getting more and more blury.

The 2015 season turned out to be another failed attempt for Nico and another successfully landed championship for Lewis. The only thing that has really progressed that season was their rivalry, which was growing far behind healthy.

"The silver war"

2016 was now or never for Nico Rosberg.

He was willing to do whatever it takes to beat his best friend for once and for good. But could they really be referred as best friends anymore or were they just rivals?

They were after each other's throats like never before the entire season. Backing one another into traffic to ruin their flying lap, intense wheel wheel fights in which they've been escaping collisions only by couple of inches, keeping the entire Mercedes garage on their toes.

However most importantly there were mind games...lots of mind games indeed.

When talking to the media Nico often said that Lewis sometimes has these moments when he loses motivation and his performance slips up and because he knows him for such a long time he also knows where to pull strings to maximise them.

Lewis fired back with mentioning that Nico, in fact, doesn't have enough talent and so must rely on good strategy from the team, which makes him easy to beat.

They simply were using all those years of friendship against each other for a name in the history books Formula 1.

The hatered and rivalry got so intense that they've started accusing each other's mechanics of snitching, therefore the team had to build a wall between their garages to make them stop.

Or in cool down rooms after each race, Nico often tried to avoid any interactions with Lewis, so he'd always spoke to other drivers in different languages. Once he even started speaking Italian to Daniel Riccardo (he doesn't speak Italian).

Even the legend of F1, Niki Lauda himself, tried to parent trap them in his house, but as soon as they saw each other they turned on their heels and left.

...yet the two Mercedes drivers could barely bring themselves to look at each other, let alone shake each other's hands

It all peaked in Barcelona 2016. When on the first lap of the race Toto Wolf's biggest nightmare happened - they collided with each other, taking one another out of the race.

The race was over for them as much as their friendship was.

"Well we're not friends" ~ Lewis, post race interview

"We're friends, we've always been friends, but you know, friends is a big word" ~ Nico Rosberg

After that the rivalry everyone thought couldn't get worse got worse.

Nico once mentioned that 2016 championship fight has almost literally killed him.

Fortunately the long awaited season's finale in Abu Dhabi was here. Nico and Lewis were sitting at the pre-race press conference, the journalists asking them tons and tons of questions, except that this time they were mostly about one specific thing - their childhood together.

While Lewis was reminiscing about those days of their silly competition and laughs, he even said that the karting days were one of the best days of his career. He finished with words how he's excited to race against Nico in the upcoming season.

Nico next to him, on the other hand, was holding back tears. Not only that the only food he was able to eat for the entire week were frosties...the same food they used to obsess over together when they were kids. But also this was his last ever Formula 1 race, however he didn't tell anyone yet.

And so after eighteen years of always coming second...Nico Rosberg has won the 2016 Formula 1 World Championship.

~

Years and years after 2016 they still weren't able to even say each other's name, often refering to each other as "the other guy" or "my former teammate".

Although nowadays Nico praises Lewis on Sky sports at any given chance, Lewis barely ever mentions him.

Except for the infamous interview when he was asked "Are you a better driver now than your were in 2016?"

"Yes and teammate"

[norriszn]

with The Nortrell Primer coming up soon (it's coming up soon i prommy), i wanted to start sharing a few things i've pieced together, a few things that didn't quite add up at the time, especially during that twitch stream from about 3 years ago, when lando was live answering some questions from subs/viewers with max, cause i didn't know all the stuff i know now ofc.

and when i say "a few things" i really mean a lot of things but they all lead back to the same thing: the day max saw his best friend for the first time. which, for the record, wasn't the first time they spoke and it wasn't the first time they officially met.

it was just the first time max saw lando like really saw him and, for some reason, remembered.

LANDO'S TWITCH STREAM | lando and max talking about karting days

april 14th 2022

as many as you know, they both began karting early, on separate countries but with the same goal. they didn't end up on the same team (ricky flynn motorsport) until 2012, and it wasn't until 2013 that they finally competed against each other in the same class (kf-junior) during the WSK euro series.

in this clip, they talk about how they got started in karting, which eventually leads to max sharing the story of the first time he saw lando on track.

full transcript:

max: "what made you get into karting?" erm, i went to the singapore f1 race in 2008. loved it, loved the sound. and then i tried karting after school once and just fell in love with it... lando: awww max... and kept going back every day. and then i just started racing. i'm not going to go into that story really. it's take ages. i just liked it when i tried it. and then i kept doing it. lando: i did mine... we went to a car race after school on friday, mate. max: yeah? lando: and then my dad went round asking different people if they have any spare suits and boots. and i think we've still got the suits and boots that i got. it was like a blue suit and i mean, at the time, right, i must, it's 2007. so i must have had like a kids 13 size shoe, mate. kids 12, maybe not even that. max: kids 12. lando: kids 12 or something, and these are like size 3, size 4 shoes, which are way too big for me. imagine me in a bambino, right? (the bambino karting class is for kids aged 6–8, using smaller, lighter karts made just for them) how small i was within a size 4 shoe! max: i first saw you -we didn't know each other at this point- but i remember watching, i don't know why i was at pfi (as in pf international circuit). you were just driving around in this little comer (as in comer cadet), like tiny, mate. and i just remember watching for a few laps. lando: yeah, you're watching me, yeah? max: yeah, someone said "that kid... he's just won or something" so i was like oh. lando: oh, really? max: yeah, it was... you had the...that... your first helmet with that black and orange one on. lando: i'm not going to lie i never won a race in cadets. max: i don't know, they said you've... i don't know... you were first(?) [inaudible for me] lando: i think they just said i was goated. max: yeah, probably chatting to the team boss, picking you up. lando: i was probably like 5 years old. max: you were erm... lando: i must have been what? max: you had the black and orange lid on. lando: yeah, so i must have been 8, 9. max: yeah. lando: but i mean, i was freaking tiny at 9 years old. max: you're whizzing round, mate. you're so small. their friend: max, you've been following borris around since he was 9. max: yeah. lando: he's just an absolute fanboy, really. max: i'm day one fan, mate. their friend: watch his fanboy. he's a hidden fan girl. he's a double agent in disguise. max: (to his friend) you're the fan girl, mate. you've recently discovered discord and gets in every day. lando: he's freaking every day waiting on discord for us to join, mate.

okay, now let's set aside how they got into karting for a second and just focus on what max said. because it's kind of wild. he knew lando before even really knowing him. max didn't know who he was, but he remembered him. remembered the way he drove. remembered the way someone told him that lando won and remembered how tiny he was.

max remembered him long before they became anything to each other.

and of course, lando, being very lando, laughed it off and said "you were watching me, yeah?" in that confident way he does when he's just trying to wind max up... but because he's also so lando, you could practically hear his brain gears turning mid stream, and, as always, once his brain starts going, his mouth doesn't exactly wait for permission to follow.

that's when he said two things that stuck with me:

first, that he never won a race in cadets, as in comer cadets class.

and second, that he was probably around nine years old at the time.

and that's what made me revisit all of this. i remember watching that stream and thinking: there's no way max is making that up. no way someone just randomly told him a random kid (lando was random kid abck then) had won when he hadn't. like… who lies to a kid's face like that? (who would lie to this face? not me)

so i went back. i started digging because earlier this year (big 2025), when the 2019 rookies (george, lando, alex) started "closing up" in the formula (n)one standings again, i remembered they used to race in the same karting series: the super one series (s1 to f1). and that little spark sent me down the rabbit hole, and eventually, i ended up writing a big post about it in april but i finally posted like a week ago (this one right here).

and here's what i realised: lando norris is an unreliable narrator.

i don't blame him tho... memories from that age blur, results get mixed up, wins feel smaller in hindsight. but still. lando... let me hold your hands (The Big Paws) when i say this... you were the comer cadet 'o' plate winner in 2010.

there is literal footage. there is photo evidence.

lando norris wins comer cadet 'o' plate 2010

via tvkc on fb reposting 4motor yt vid

earlier this year, adam norris posted what looked like a karting memory (note)book on ig and the front cover was a photo of little lando norris, small enough to look like he barely fit in the frame, holding a massive trophy. that pic as far as i can tell, was taken the day he won the comer cadet ‘o’ plate, at none other than pf international circuit, the very same place max said he saw lando for the first time.

age 10, "karting is what i love doing an my ambition is to win the formula 1 world championship" via adam_norris_pure_electric on ig (this pic is not part of adam ig feed anymore btw :/)

so far, everything lines up pretty well... that race lando won was in june 6th 2010, which means both he and max would've been 10 years old, not 9 like lando said in the stream.

so… was it that exact date, that exact circuit, where max first saw lando? ermmm, well, max said lando was wearing a black and orange helmet. and while lando was wearing a helmet that looked similar, it wasn't exactly black and orange on that day.

he did have a black and orange lid back in 2009 when he was racing in comer cadets (yes, he raced in comer cadets back in 2008, 2009 and 2010).

and how do i know lando did wear that black and orange helmet? because there’s a book — published over fifteen years ago by none other than jane eyes and steve illott, callum illott’s parents.

now, if you're reading this (and i'm not just screaming into the void), you might be asking: why would callum’s parents publish a book? well, simple — callum was also racing in the comer cadet class in 2009.

jane and steve put together that book — and a few others — filled with photos from every round of the championship, each with little captions underneath.

and this particular book was focused on lando and his older brother, oliver. and in those photos (which i'll include below), you can clearly see lando in 2009, wearing — you guessed it — a black and orange helmet.

comer cadet season 2009 by jane eyes and steveilott via blurb books uk

if you're wondering how i even found this book: i stumbled across it years ago just by googling “lando norris karting 2009 cadets” but it came back to me this year when adam posted a pic of a page of it back in february.

@.lando @.olivernorris1 Good photo jane_eyes_ilott via adam_norris_pure_electric on threads

(adam's name is a recurrent name in this post. lando might joke that max was his og fan but truthfully? one of his biggest fans has always been his dad. kudos to adam.)

in that post, adam tagged callum's mum, which makes it pretty likely that he was flipping through that exact same book.

let's keep going.

lando that year he didn't win a single race, didn't take the 'o' plate, and finished 14th in the championship standings.

and here's the key part: in 2009, max was still living in malaysia. we know this because on november 22nd, 2009, max raced in the red white sangari invitational kart prix, where he finished 5th. so he couldn’t have seen lando racing in the uk that year.

so... is max an unreliable narrator too? maybe. or maybe he just remembered the helmet a little differently. it's far more likely he saw the chrome and orange helmet lando wore in 2010 and remembered it as black and orange. they were similar enough, especially in motion. it happens.

taking all that into account: the dates, the location, the helmet, the timelines... i feel pretty confident saying NOW that in june 6th in 2010, at pf international circuit, max saw a tiny little boy who would eventually become his best friend :') smol frens !!!!

that was the moment. that was the origin story.

and lando doesn't even remember it lmao.

incredible.

oh, and if you want to make all of this even more insane, check the 2010 MSA drivers entry list. you'll find norris siblings names, and yes callum illott (he raced that year too!)but keep scrolling and you'll spot a slighthy familiar name: edward jones.

super one msa series 2010 entries (26.2.10) via super one british kart series news

now, if you're asking yourself who's edward jones???? just click here (that's ed's ig carrousel from last year, you can see lando, max and tom as well <3 because those are his friends and ed is a racing driver now btw)

it's actually insane to think about that maybe max didn't just see lando for the first time that day. he might've seen ed too, one of his closest friends.

alexa, play invisible string by t swift!

that's all. bye.

WAIT. one more thing:

please don’t take this to twitter. i've done my best to stick to what's public: things max has said himself, karting pages pdfs and published books. nothing way too personal.

the last thing i want is for anyone to make max/lando/ed uncomfortable or start harassing them with questions.

if i see this out of context on that hellsite i will cry and i will delete everything and then i will relocate to the moon. bye <3

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton presents alex albon with the winner's trophy for the junior kart race, britain - july 5, 2007 📷 hoch zwei / imago

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PERFECTLY FINE – Y/N PROFILE

full name: y/n harper

date of birth: june 3rd, 2005

birthplace: cambridge, england

family members: william harper (father); sarah harper (mother)

teams: prema racing (2020-2023), campos racing (2024-now)

driver academy: red bull junior team (2019-now)

instagram: yourusername

best friends: jak crawford, dino beganovic, pepe marti

racing record:

2020 italian f4 championship – third place (six podiums; two wins)

2021 formula regional european championship – fifth place (four podiums; one win)

2022 formula regional european championship – second place (nine podiums; three wins)

2023 fia formula 3 championship – second place (five podiums; three wins)

2024 fia formula 2 championship – ongoing

trivia:

– y/n harper is the only child of four-time world champion william harper. her father was a ferrari driver for a total of eleven years and won his first two titles with the italian team in 2007 and 2008, before moving on to drive for red bull. there, he won his second championship in 2010 – only to move back to ferrari and take his last title with them the following season. as of early 2021, he's the head of the ferrari driver academy.

– y/n began karting at the age of seven, starting off with being coached by her father but later moving on to getting a trainer of her own. she joined the red bull junior team for her last year of karting and has stayed in the academy ever since.

– american f2 driver jak crawford joined the junior team one year later, and he and y/n found each other instantly. the two have been best friends, as well as neighbors, since then.

– y/n began being romantically involved with teammate paul aron during the summer break of the 2022 freca season. however, the pair split up almost a year later. she then started dating ferrari academy driver oliver bearman in late july 2023.

– y/n was homeschooled between ages 14 and 16 so that she could focus more on her driving.

– besides racing, her interests include skiing, baking, reading, and journaling.

– despite often being held back by her own performance anxiety and imposter syndrome, she is very set on and clear about her goal; getting into formula one. she has claimed that she will never truly be satisfied until she stands on the top step of the podium after an f1 race like her father did so many times.

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