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Everyone has a past, but we won’t let ours define us

for @livelongandfangirling

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hot milk w maple syrup and salt…. ikdr

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tagged by @st-leclerc thank you darling mwah mwah

Last song I listened to: Dogs & Rocks by Birdtalker, who also wrote one of my current favourite songs Better in the Morning

Currently watching: tbh I don't watch a whole lot of tv/film, but the most recent thing I did watch was Three Body Problem which I still need to finish but have been putting off because the plot and characters took such a nosedive in quality and it pissed me off. Mostly though I enjoy watching youtube video essays and rewatching the BrawnGP doco for the umpteenth time.

Current obsession: Sexualising that old man!! (i.e. F1)

Favourite colour: Yellow!

Sweet/savoury/spicy: I gravitate towards savoury because I always feel the most satiated by savoury foods, but I also need a sweet treat at least once a day if I am going to make it through the horrors.

Relationship status: I am like the dawn, eternal and unbound from the trappings of human perception (I am single)

Again I don't really know who to tag, so please consider this an open invitation! And if you do do this ask game also tag me in it because I would love the read them!

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“i don’t remember things like that”

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checo lore... that one time he was 14 and moved to rural germany alone only to end up living and working in the restaurant of some guy he met online bc he said he had a small german formula bmw team

Checo's Players' Tribune article:

But let’s just say that I stayed online. One day I got through to a guy named Günther Unterreitmeier, who ran a small team in German Formula BMW. His English was almost as bad as mine, but thanks to a friend of mine who spoke German, I understood that he was offering me a very cheap proposal. So, of course, I accepted. I wasn’t just on a small budget — I had no budget. 

I was in heaven. Finally I had a gateway to Europe.

Now I justhad to convince Carlos…. 

I was very lucky. I had known Carlos Slim, the man himself, since I was a little boy, thanks to my dad and his work for Adrián Fernández. Carlos was also the guy behind Escudería Telmex, so he had always been very important to me. But getting him to send me to Europe was a different story. He hadn’t gotten rich by throwing away his money, and he had absolutely no plans to send a 14-year-old kid to another part of the world. I didn’t really like to ask him about it either, but I just wanted it so badly. So I kept going to him like, “Oh, please, pleeeeease could you help me get to Europe?” 

Every time he would say the same things. 

“Son, it’s too early.” 

“We don’t need to go to Europe.”

“The U.S. is great.”

“Let’s wait a bit.”

Blah, blah, blah. 

Every time I would disagree. 

When I got the offer from Günther, I called Carlos again. Did he listen to me? Naaaah. Not really. Hahaha. The only reason he gave in, I think, was that he saw a kid who just wanted it so much. I was desperate. I was willing to do anything. In the end he probably got so tired of me that he actually saw the value in sending me off to a different continent.

My family was ecstatic. Soon we were driving down to Toluca with a one-way ticket to Munich. I couldn’t sleep on the plane. I was imagining how I would hang out with all these great drivers. We were going to have so much fun. 

When I landed, I met Günther for the first time. I almost asked him, “Sooooo, where are all the drivers?” We drove for about 40 minutes to where I was going to live. As I looked out the window, I noticed that the places were getting smaller and smaller. The colors were getting greener and greener. Soon I was like, What? There are not even houses here?! 

We got off in a tiny village. This was my new home. 

Fields. Trees. Tractors. 

I was completely shocked. 

Nobody had explained to me that I would be living like this. You have to understand how hard this was for me. I was used to Guadalajara, a city with 1.5 million people. I was at my happiest when I was hanging out with my friends, like any other Mexican kid. I’m Latin, so I’m very close to my family. I need people around me. 

Now I was checking into this hotel, which was known as the place where all the truck drivers would stop. I was alone. I had nothing to do. Calling home was too expensive. I had my friends on the old messenger, but no Internet. Even if I met people, I spoke no German and very bad English. My only friend was Günther, who I saw only on the weekend. The rest of the week I’d be killing time in the gym. 

After three days I was already going mad. 

A month later, when the winter testing was done, I made my first trip back to Mexico. I can’t tell you how amazing it was to see everybody again. When I boarded the plane back to Germany, I didn’t want to go. I did it because it was an amazing opportunity for me, but I wasn’t happy. 

I stayed at the hotel for three months. It was really, really tough.

Thankfully, I managed to get out. One day Günther opened a restaurant and told me I could live in a flat above it. I was like, Surely it has to be better than the hotel? 

Well, it was. At least I was seeing people there, you know? Since I was not going to school in Germany, I slipped into the role as the chef’s assistant. Not bad for someone who had never liked to cook. And actually, I enjoyed it a lot. Compared to the hotel, the restaurant felt like paradise. 

Over the next few years everything went so fast. When I was 17, I moved to Oxford to race in British Formula Three. Two years later I was doing well in the GP2 series. 

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checo lore... that one time he was 14 and moved to rural germany alone only to end up living and working in the restaurant of some guy he met online bc he said he had a small german formula bmw team

Checo's Players' Tribune article:

But let’s just say that I stayed online. One day I got through to a guy named Günther Unterreitmeier, who ran a small team in German Formula BMW. His English was almost as bad as mine, but thanks to a friend of mine who spoke German, I understood that he was offering me a very cheap proposal. So, of course, I accepted. I wasn’t just on a small budget — I had no budget. 

I was in heaven. Finally I had a gateway to Europe.

Now I justhad to convince Carlos…. 

I was very lucky. I had known Carlos Slim, the man himself, since I was a little boy, thanks to my dad and his work for Adrián Fernández. Carlos was also the guy behind Escudería Telmex, so he had always been very important to me. But getting him to send me to Europe was a different story. He hadn’t gotten rich by throwing away his money, and he had absolutely no plans to send a 14-year-old kid to another part of the world. I didn’t really like to ask him about it either, but I just wanted it so badly. So I kept going to him like, “Oh, please, pleeeeease could you help me get to Europe?” 

Every time he would say the same things. 

“Son, it’s too early.” 

“We don’t need to go to Europe.”

“The U.S. is great.”

“Let’s wait a bit.”

Blah, blah, blah. 

Every time I would disagree. 

When I got the offer from Günther, I called Carlos again. Did he listen to me? Naaaah. Not really. Hahaha. The only reason he gave in, I think, was that he saw a kid who just wanted it so much. I was desperate. I was willing to do anything. In the end he probably got so tired of me that he actually saw the value in sending me off to a different continent.

My family was ecstatic. Soon we were driving down to Toluca with a one-way ticket to Munich. I couldn’t sleep on the plane. I was imagining how I would hang out with all these great drivers. We were going to have so much fun. 

When I landed, I met Günther for the first time. I almost asked him, “Sooooo, where are all the drivers?” We drove for about 40 minutes to where I was going to live. As I looked out the window, I noticed that the places were getting smaller and smaller. The colors were getting greener and greener. Soon I was like, What? There are not even houses here?! 

We got off in a tiny village. This was my new home. 

Fields. Trees. Tractors. 

I was completely shocked. 

Nobody had explained to me that I would be living like this. You have to understand how hard this was for me. I was used to Guadalajara, a city with 1.5 million people. I was at my happiest when I was hanging out with my friends, like any other Mexican kid. I’m Latin, so I’m very close to my family. I need people around me. 

Now I was checking into this hotel, which was known as the place where all the truck drivers would stop. I was alone. I had nothing to do. Calling home was too expensive. I had my friends on the old messenger, but no Internet. Even if I met people, I spoke no German and very bad English. My only friend was Günther, who I saw only on the weekend. The rest of the week I’d be killing time in the gym. 

After three days I was already going mad. 

A month later, when the winter testing was done, I made my first trip back to Mexico. I can’t tell you how amazing it was to see everybody again. When I boarded the plane back to Germany, I didn’t want to go. I did it because it was an amazing opportunity for me, but I wasn’t happy. 

I stayed at the hotel for three months. It was really, really tough.

Thankfully, I managed to get out. One day Günther opened a restaurant and told me I could live in a flat above it. I was like, Surely it has to be better than the hotel? 

Well, it was. At least I was seeing people there, you know? Since I was not going to school in Germany, I slipped into the role as the chef’s assistant. Not bad for someone who had never liked to cook. And actually, I enjoyed it a lot. Compared to the hotel, the restaurant felt like paradise. 

Over the next few years everything went so fast. When I was 17, I moved to Oxford to race in British Formula Three. Two years later I was doing well in the GP2 series. 

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my lecturer just called me a high achiever and then rested a very matronly and comforting hand on my thigh...

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THEY ARE SELLING FERNANDO 😭😭

IF THEY ARE BEING FOR REAL THAT IS JUST FUNNY AS HELL 😭😭😭

(source: @433_marc on "X"/ twitter)

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had a dream this morning where the grid were in an apocalypse movie and the only real thought i remembered about it when i woke up was this:

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When the mutual you really enjoy seeing in ur notes shows up in ur notes

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blows my mind that i have little online friends who mildly care about me. it’s really nice

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the reason I have unknowable knowledge about your artistic impetus is actually super simple! i was put on this earth to serve as the mouthpiece of your genius as dictated to me through our red string of fate <3

PLEASEE I was put here to be a function of YOUR genius I am but an assistant to your arts 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝🤝💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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oh, catch you on the flipside

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I’M YOUR NUMBER ONE !!

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IM SOO EXCITED ABT THIS ONEEEE

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Reminds me of Oscar...

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the marionette caught in its own strings begins to think of itself as the puppeteer

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I HOLD MYSELF IN CONTEMPT!!!