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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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It Was Fun Till It Lasted

Duncan Shepherd x F1 Pilot Female! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I have been a bit silent the latest weeks, but I just got hit by the inspiration train as of lately (even more after all the F1 glory we have been getting) and I just thought about a small drabble, about Duncan in the race car universe.

Not as a driver, but more like a sponsor.

This is very PWP, even for my sentimental ass, so I do hope that you’ll like it, even though it isn’t the most perfect thing ever (just to warn you).

Also I just wanted to give @guiltyfiend a big shoutout because she has been a constant source of inspiration for me with various fics (‘Quid Pro Quo’ has been the main reason why for the existence of this drabble) so do check out her lovely fics!

I am also personally, maybe (since I don’t feel apprecciated in the other fandoms I am in) of making a few comebacks in this fandom, if any of you would like iit obviously!

So, please, if you want more, don’t forget to leave some kind of feedback I truly apprecciate it from the bottom of my heart and it’ll truly make my heart beat stronger and my fingers write faster!

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Have a nice reading!

SUMMARY: Galas can be annoying things, but when an handsome fellow accidentally drenches you in champagne there are many ways your night might change.

WORDS: 5,4 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Sexism, Misogyny, Harassment On The Workplace, Inaccurate Portrayal of The F1 World, Inaccurate Way Of Cleaning Champagne From Clothes, Sex, Slight Dirty Talk, Mirror Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Sex Between Strangers.

You sipped slowly from the flute of champagne you had managed to steal, meanwhile your boss wasn’t looking, since you had been instructed to avoid getting yourself drunk till you got the trophy in your hand, to avoid replacing the ‘drunk Kimi meme’ in the F1 world.

But it was difficult for you, an introvert, to feel at ease in a room full of different people.

A few of them were gladly ignoring you, but more were looking at you like you were some kind of freak in a costume, which was probably the best description for being one pilot of the only all-female team existing in F1.

You had grown up with the myths of Ayrton Senna and Niki Lauda, thanks to your grandfather and his the passion for fast cars and elegant ones, raising you as some kind of substitute to him, who had never been able to race, having had various problematics with his own health.

An heartattack at seventy had taken him away, just as you signed your first contract with the F2.

You had been partnered with a male pilot, and although the car wasn’t the fastest, you had managed to become much better than your partner, eventually getting yourself fired because females, in a place like F1, couldn’t raise to fame, throwing you in a depression that had brought you almost on the verge…

… but then your newest F1 stable had brought you back, giving you a car that wasn’t definitely one of the best you could have gotten but it had gotten you through a nice first season, and you had actually arrived at the sixth position in the constructors’ championship, alongside your partner…

… who, right now, didn’t look less bothered than you, at this fancy party.

But Abigail could definitely hold the curious gazes better than you.

You might have needed something more than champagne to get through a night like this.

You had begged your stable director to just bring Abigail, the social butterfly out of the two of you, but he had just insisted that ‘having two beauties on his arm would have done him and the stable more good than just one’.

And aside from the blatantly sexist part of the comment, you knew he was right.

Sponsors had been rushing to you this season because the media had focused much attention on the importance of new female figures in races, but now that the novelty was rushing off a few had decided to let you go, so you had to grab a few new ones, convincing them through either the use of your talk and your feminine charm.

‘… I had almost thought that he’d ask us to sleep with the sponsors to get them to stay’ had commented Abigail, as you both set yourself up for the night, the elegant rented dresses waiting for you on the comfortable bed of the expensive suite of the hotel ‘… it was this close to becoming an episode of ‘Law & Order: SVU’.

And now Abigail was being her usual chatty with a few sponsors fawning around her, as you tried to down the flute of champagne almost as if it was a full bottle of vodka, something that you honestly missed and stared at the expensive drink in the glass.

If only your glare could turn it in something that would give you more liquid courage.

A few of the rookies had been tried to talk with you and you had been extremely happy to have someone approach you, but soon the chat had diffused itself and all the drivers had been called back by their own director, and you had found yourself alone, again, and with annoying stares upon you.

Many of the pilots from the other stables had tried to get you in bed with them, and you knew that there were various bets going on about getting you or Abigail to finally relent your ‘haughty pretenses’, not to talk about the fact that the entire media platform and magazines had been set up on you and Abigail, waiting for any false step of yours.

You had been dubbed ‘the sole chance for feminism to raise’ and everyone was waiting for you to fall.

To prove that F1 wasn’t female territory.

So, you had been rigorously swearing off any coupling with the other drivers.

The fact that you found it already quite difficult to combine your training and the various galas you had to attend with an healthy social life, certainly did help with the whole ‘chastity promise’ thing.

And you never regretted such a choice during the race season.

The ‘no sex’ rule helped you during the competition, keeping your mind in the game, but now that the driving season was ended and you were finally enjoying your well-deserved holiday, you couldn’t help but hate thoroughly the situation you had landed yourself in, only able to rely on your hand and a few interesting toys.

But otherwise, utterly frustrated.

And yet unable to come up with a solution on such a short notice.

Dicks didn’t grow up on trees, these days.

You just bumped in them, apparently.

Because, as you were halfway through having your second drink of the night, counting on the fact that the director of your stable was halfway through a successful talk with some well-dressed older gentlemen, hence making him quite busy already and unable to check up on you, you clashed against a wall.

A wall of muscles, at a second glance.

A breathing wall of muscles, at third glance.

But you were far more interested by the fact that the bump-in had just made you spill your entire drink on your Givenchy rented dress, the one that costed more than your apartment rent, something that made a loud ‘shit’ leave your mouth and making the ‘wall of muscles’ raise his head towards you, as he noticed the stain.

And then, when you noticed that ‘wall of musclea’ had a pretty face and an even prettier body, a softer ‘shit’ left your mouth.

What a way to make an impression.

“Oh Gosh, I am sorry!” American accent, no British accent.

That was probably where Mother Nature had drawn in blessing him with all the ‘fucking handsome man’ gifts.

His handsome face was elegantly touched up by high cheekbones and feature that had something of roguish matched with elegant traits and darker colors, making him stand out as someone who wasn’t definitely a pilot or a journalist.

Which was ideal for you.

Such an refined face was matched with an elegant tailored body, the suit definitely made for him and him solely, knowing perfectly how to highlight each and every trait of a body that was obtained through attentive work, a careful one that was meant to impose itself or pump his muscles with no aim, but to give him a lean appearance of power.

That definitely worked with you.

“… oh” brain to Earth, brain to Earth, (Y/N), say something intelligent ‘… it was an accident’.

Tell that to the lady that will want the dress back.

But for now, that wasn’t your main concern.

Which was the handsome man in front of you.

But you couldn’t just hump him right there, not only because you were pretty sure that it would have been described as ‘sexual harassment’, but all the spotlight was set up on you, hence all the cameras were focused on every little small mistake you could have done, intensifying them in a way that didn’t happen with men.

You had to be perfect, but even more than that.

You had to be the male everyone thought you were, although you lacked of the attributes.

So, flirting was considered a hellish sin.

“Gosh, I am… extremely sorry” he repeated again, as his eyes shared a quick glance with yours, and you just nodded your head as if you had to confirm to him that you had heard him clearly the first time, before ducking to the restroom, hoping to be able to scrub away the stain, at least to avoid its yellowish color on the stark white of your dress.

But before you could start raising the dress off your legs, where the stain was more evident, you were followed inside by the man, and before you could utter any protest, he caught the ones in your eyes.

“I swear I am not a creeper” he raised his hands as if to reinforce this “… I just… you shouldn’t scrub on silk, it’ll just ruin the fabric, just ran the water and then wait for it to dry, some alcohol and a bit of bleach might also help, the stain will come out, with a single wash… I swear”.

You had a million questions for the stranger, unsure if you shouldn’t have already screamed at him for having entered the ladies restroom, but you just assumed that he was the first handsome guy ever to come with a cute personality.

And good domestic knowledge.

That was meant to always do something to a lady.

“… thank you” you settled on uttering, comforted by the fact that the guy turned around to leave you some privacy, but you couldn’t just let go such an opportunity, even more when you were in some kind of secluded area, and he didn’t look like the type that had a secret go-pro camera under his clothes.

Some girl that you had once met in a bathroom at one of the races had turned out to have one, as she egged on commenting some shit over Abigail.

Unluckily for her, Abigail was in the other stall and she had flushed in the noisiest way the water, before appearing with some kind of triumphant aura around her.

“… can you please stay?” ‘people will probably doubt you on your “abilities” if you come out after five minutes’ you almost wanted to utter, as a test to know if he looked just like a sex god or he fucking was, although with the way his cheeks blushed of a light red, you simply bit down on your tongue “… just to help me get the stain off, properly… you seem to know much more than me about it”.

“Things happen in college” he commented, as if it was an explanation.

What kind of parties had he been in college?

You just remembered the rush to grabbing the cheapest and most efficient alcohol.

He reached out as kindly as he could to start on the farthest part of your dress, where it wasn’t straight up skin tight, gently dabbing it with a piece of paper you had handed him, the fabric destroying itself on the dress, but the stain became a bit less prominent.

Enough to pass as some kind of enrichment the stylist had done on the dress at the last minute.

You hoped you could make the lady that had rented it to you buy this shit off too.

Because you either managed to get the stain out or get yourself a sponsor for the new year, or you’d have had to probably start living on the road, with only a few shining trophies for losers, such as the one you were supposed to grab tonight, for ‘best promising team’.

As if there was some kind of competition, between your small team and various established ones…

“… what are you doing at such a party?” you knew that conversation during this kind of thing would have gotten it to seem less sexual than it truly was, and although you were as good at small talk as you were at handling a crowd, you did your best to sound as relaxed as you could be.

But your question still sounded like one out of a police interrogation.

“Friend of a friend” it was more like meaning ‘none of your business’ but kinder, and you couldn’t deny his own right to privacy “… by the way, I do think that I should give you my name… in case you want someone to curse for the dress, I am Duncan”.

“I am (Y/N)” you were glad when no light of recognition shone in his eyes, just as his hand lightly grabbed the back of your upper thigh, to make the dress adhere perfectly to your skin and dab the stain more properly, a light shiver at the touch made you understand how truly touch-starved you had been “… and you look as out of place as me in this fucking gown”.

“Don’t tell anybody, but…” and he lightly leaned in closer to you, enough that you could feel the strong but comforting perfume of his cologne, something that smelt extremely male and yet, you couldn’t detect a trace of toxic masculinity in it “… I have never seen a single race of F1 in my life”.

Just what you needed.

“… oh tell me about it” you played coy, as his hands raised up from your legs skillfully avoided your ass, instead choosing to grip on the outer part of your hip, handling you with care but a sureness that made you want to relent the whole ‘male image’ you had created around you.

What would you have given for a night in which you didn’t have to be the one in control, constantly checking every detail!

“… neither a fan of the whole race panorama?” he asked, as his eyes trained themselves on your stomach, barely covered by the white of the dress, showing him a bit of skin behind it, exactly as the absence of your panties, a crazed decision of Abigail, who had thrown away your seamless granny pants.

‘They might be protective when we race, but these are shit’.

You knew you shouldn’t have lied to him about not belonging in the racing setting, but you just wanted to have one night in which you weren’t the prodigy, the promise, ‘the sole chance for freedom to raise’.

You just wanted to be (Y/N).

“Definitely not”.

“Brought here by a boyfriend?” now he was scanning his own ground, and he had a small break from his cleaning duties, as you caught a glimpse of that damned profile, the kind of thing you saw on expensive old coins.

He was definitely some kind of emperor in his own right.

“Nope” you mumbled, before you gave him back his own same coin “… just brought here by a friend of a friend”.

He smirked at his words being spit back at him and you smiled almost foolishly.

You even let out a soft giggle.

How fucking long had it been since you had giggled?

And done it because you honestly wanted.

And not because you were forced in front of journalists or potential sponsors.

His hands were now on the side of your chest, against the slight hill of your bra (you could have forsaken panties, but you needed that support), his hands lightly tracing the ridge of the silicone part where the bra stood attached to your skin, sweaty due to the fact that you had been wearing the whole thing for five hours, before of the event.

“… and you had an idiot spill a drink over it, in the span of an hour” the words were meant for self-deprecation, but the smile that accompanied him was utterly confident.

Had you had panties, they would have definitely hit the ground soundly in that moment.

“… it could have been worse” you mumbled, just as your eyes twinkled with secret meaning.

‘You could have been a complete twat or old enough to be my grandpa’

“… you couldn’t have known how to get out champagne stains” you joked, settling up on a more PG-13 comment, unsure of what to do, since it had been quite some time since you had last flirted, and although his hand told you a story, you weren’t exactly sure if he had gotten all the clues of the game.

He laughed so brilliantly that also a light blush joined your soft giggle.

“Gosh, that would have been awful” his tone was joking, but his eyes were onto you, as they searched some kind of confirm in yours, and you just had to lean in to sign the deal, leaning down to kiss him.

You had never been one for one-night-stands and neither for quick fucks in a restroom, but with the way he lightly gripped you, making sure to position you on top of the elegant porcelain sink, careful to avoid the water: it wouldn’t have been neither.

And you were completely swept away.

He definitely passed the ‘kiss’ test.

His hand went through your hair perfectly, but careful of the small updo you had done, his fingertips lightly scraping the baby hair on your upper neck, in a way that kept you grounded, just as his lips lightly bit onto your upper lips, leaving you wanting for more, just as he backed away with a cunning smirk.

One that spoke of that technique never failing.

And before he could perform again that cocky enchantment, you kissed him.

Releasing on him entire months of sexual frustration.

And you had to say that you surprised him, enough that you were worried that your suddenness would have scared him, but he just needed to regain the control, before his hand without any care went to mess up your updo, in a way that instead of grounding and relaxing you, made you tense up, just as his hand splayed your knees wide onto the sink to have him come up between them.

And after the passionate kiss you had been sharing, you found yourself quickly locked, with one that gripped you by the hair against the cold mirror and another one splayed on your knee

The fabric of your silk dress lightly caressed the skin of your inner thigh, right as his elegant and expensive pants did the same with your core, making you feel that you shouldn’t have seriously worried about the ‘five minutes thing’, or at least you hoped.

But the package seemed fucking good.

“… so, would you like to have a bit more of help?” the way he pronounced the word ‘help’ sounded downright sinful and how could a girl deny him, as your own hands moved to gently tap on his sharp cheeks, the scratchiness of a cleanly shaved beard making you feel like this was all real.

“Just don’t get my dress dirty” it was a whisper, but your eyes played with the dominance you wanted to relent to him, and he just looked intrigued.

“Then spread your legs properly, little one” and as if under a spell they opened properly and let him adjust himself against them as his hands lightly raised up to collect the dress away from your legs, stopping right up on your hips and leaving a bit of dress to cover you, as if he had to leave you some modesty “… good girl”.

You purred at that, leaning in the light petting of his grip having become less pronounced as a grip and more a caress.

“… I saw you out there in the crowd and I wanted to buy you a drink, because you looked at unease as me, I thought that you could use that” he commented as his face lightly moved down to the crook of your neck, his nose making a teasing trail down your profile, just as his beard lightly scratched your skin, making it redden simply for his lips, before he covered it of purplish bruises “… I thought I had done the worst thing ever since with pouring a drink over you”.

“… couldn’t stay mad when you fucking looked like a sex god” you muttered unable to deny the truth, your body arching right against his as his hands, gently dragged he strap of your dress down your shoulders, revealing the awful skin-like bra, but he just seemed focused on your collarbones, his hand working slowly to ease the bra away from you, eventually dropping it onto the small tissues box over both of your heads, so it wouldn’t get on the ground.

An attentive gesture, exactly as the way he gripped tightly your breast, making sure that your nipples were lightly caressed by his thumb, right as he bit down on the softer flesh of your neck.

“I am glad that my good looks were of some use” he joked, and gently looked up at you “… and let me tell you, I have a tongue that will make you forget all about my clumsiness”.

“I do think that I deserve an apology” you muttered, as your eyes met again, your lashes cornering perfectly your hazy eyes, breathy and soft “… a vocal apology”.

And he simply smirked down at you, falling on his knees with a sound thud, as you pushed yourself further down the sink you were on, till you felt the painful dig of the faucet in your back, enough to make you moan in protest, but soon the look of wonder on his face as he unveiled the secret underneath your dress was definitely a relief against the uncomfortable position.

“… didn’t know that you were one of those girls that go without panties” he pushed a knee up on you to spread you further to him, as he took in the proper masterpiece that had been revealed to him down there, and his kisses moved up on your inner thigh “… look like the pretty girl turned out to be a bad bad girl, no wonder I am about to fuck you like a fucking bitch in heat in a restroom”.

And you blushed at the profane words.

But it was just more endearing for you as he pushed himself to properly settle against the nest between your legs, already oozing soft milk and sweet honey, his lips lightly pushing against your own, as he dragged the same beard you had felt on your cheeks against your cunt, the sensation making you hiss, right as again your lips came to soothe your ache.

The plumpness of his lips made you unable to stop yourself from moaning out loud, your eyes closing just as he delivered a slap to your thigh, a silent warning to keep your eyes trained on him and you did, as his lips sucked your softest piece in his mouth.

His tongue was instead a blessing inside of you and this time you were the one delving a bit of pain to him, as you grabbed strongly his hair, some kind of relief to keep you grounded as your body became like a cloud, weighted down just by the tension in your whole muscles.

“Fuck, you do know how to have fun” he mumbled tightly, as he released your cunt, something that made you protest loudly “… when was the last time somebody fucked you this good, (Y/N)”.

And before you could properly reply, his finger slipped inside you, making you hiss out at the feeling of being full, so unlike the stretch of your own fingers, so slight that now you needed a minute to calm yourself from everything, as you waited to answer his reply.

And he gave you a moment to breath, before his finger lightly probed further, reaching inside with a wayward gesture that made you choke up on your own words, as your back arched against the mirror and the hand that wasn’t in his hair gripped so tightly the sink that you were sure you had left an acrylic nail there.

“… a long time for sure” he smirked so devilishly that it broke you thoroughly.

And then his tongue matched his finger and before you knew it your floating was interrupted by your skyrocketing to the ground in a pleasurable trail that brought you back to all the earthly pleasure you could ask for, leaving you numb and tensed, your eyes rolling back as you lost sight of what was going on with you.

And then as you regained, your legs were slack over Duncan’s sides, his lips teasing again the skin of your neck, but no intention to punish you with any pain or tease you, instead there was a desperate soothing in his gestures, as you slowly came back to reality.

Fuck, you honestly should do this more.

Sadly, half of the guys that wanted a hook-up wouldn’t have ever done anything like what Duncan just did with you.

And would probably last five minutes, indeed.

“… was that enough of an apology?” he asked as soon as he saw that you had regained some semblance of calmness.

“Definitely yes” not that you could reply with much more.

Your fingers spoke louder as they went to his belt, undoing it with a bit of problem since you were slightly trembling, but he tried his best to let you do it, but before you could lower the pants, he gently grabbed your hands, something soft in his eyes, as he made you look up at him.

“We don’t have to do this…”.

“Oh, c’mon…” you mumbled, but his question was sincere and you couldn’t help but blush lightly “… I am pretty sure I want to do this”.

He mumbled softly, as he grabbed something from his back pocket, as you lightly lowered pants and boxers in one move,

And you weren’t disappointed,

He was definitely a big guy.

Larger than longer, with a light curve that made you painfully ache for having him inside of you, already half-hard, and your hand gently moved up and down on him, in a gentle foreplay that was completely uninterested about the knocking on the door, eventually dissipating in curses.

“… gotta be quiet baby” he commented, as he pushed his wallet on the side of the sink, getting a condom out of it, something for which you were thankful, because although you were on birth control, he was a complete stranger to you, and although the thrill of it just made it all just more daring, you would have preferred avoiding anything that might have given you an awful month “… I don’t know if you will, since I’ll make you feel fucking good”.

You just smirked at him, with a smile that told him ‘I can take it, sweetheart’.

And he just silenced it with pushing himself inside of you.

The penetration gave you an unpleasant stretch, and you needed a minute, as your whole body shifted against him, completely pushing himself in your arms, and to his credit he didn’t do much more than steady you, as he gave you the time to adjust yourself on him, till your whole body relaxed but your own insides.

Gripping him tighter.

Goading him closer and deeper.

And he gently set up a slow rhythm, making you feel each inch of him, till you were hypnotized with the way his hips moved against you, his upper body lightly stroking your clit, as wetness oozed down him, lubing him up, as he took up more speed and you found your back pushed against the mirror with such intensity that you were sure it would have been broken soon.

But you couldn’t give a fuck.

He gently pushed you in another position turning you around, so that you could face the mirror, meanwhile he took you from behind, the angle being deeper and the slight curve of his cock hitting the perfect spot.

And the fact that you could see yourself being fucked by him was only a bonus.

The way his face became so deformed by pleasure gave it all some kind of dreamish state, as the pleasure intensified desperately and you were there just on the right spot, but not enough stimulation was there for you, till he brought a finger in your mouth, and you sucked him inside, looking at the wanton expression on your face, before you closed your eyes.

And pleasure overtook you.

It didn’t take him too much time for him to finish alongside you, as his hand lightly went in your hair again, pushing as a way to grip on reality for a last time and your muscles spasmed around you, desperately and tightly in a way that almost made you wonder how it would have felt to have his seed on you.

And not in a plastic wrapper.

But for now that was all you could do.

Your legs trembled but he steadied you, something that definitely gave him more credit than you thought, expecting him to simply tug himself back in and disappear, maybe stand a bit next to you, to wash himself, but to his credit he gently handled you better, till you were again seated against the sink, the facet now digging painfully in you.

But you were definitely sore in more pleasurable places.

He gently got you back in your dress, adjusting your bra on your sweaty skin, too sensitive for the powerful orgasms you had felt, his silken touch making goosebumps appear on your skin, as your nipples lightly peaked and he couldn’t stop himself from gently sucking one after the other in his mouth, as you moaned almost as a protest.

“Don’t start something you won’t finish” you warned him, as his eyes twinkled with teasing happiness.

“… I would… but I do think that people need this restroom” and he was right, since you felt somebody halfway through calling the security and you shouted out calmly a soft ‘sorry, I just stained my dress and I am trying to get the stain away’ “… but if you want, I can… leave you my number, for more fun…”.

Which you were tempted to take, honestly.

He was handsome, he had a good dick game and he was definitely respectful of boundaries.

But you knew these things always got too complex for you.

First of all because had you given him your number, you would have to admit the truth and secondly as much as you were free right now a partner that was repeated a few more times was dangerous, because feelings might be developed.

“… I…” but how could you let down a guy like this.

“… you aren’t the type” a sad smile appeared on the man’s face, no hard feelings for sure, but definitely uncomfortable at your rejection and you couldn’t help but simply nod “… got it, well it was fun till it lasted”.

And to his merit he didn’t do anything that might have been rough against you, choosing to instead smile politely as he cleaned himself a bit, before he exited with one last look at you, as if to check if you had changed your mind, but you simply stood painfully uncomfortable off the sink as you dabbed a bit more the stain.

“… thank you for the suggestion and…” ‘…the fucking amazing sex’.

“You are welcome”.

And with that he disappeared from the restroom, as you thought he’d disappear from your life.

The only trace of him was the faint stain on your dress and the slight blush on your cheeks as you joined Abigail again.

‘… somebody got lucky’ she simply muttered, as she twirled her glass, another one in your hands, as your eyes searched for Duncan, he joined a few of the investors, but your eyes diverted immediately from that sight, worried the connection might be seen and questioned ‘… at least one of us got laid tonight’.

You simply elbowed her, as you smiled lovingly at the sponsors.

But you definitely felt rebirthed after the restroom session.

Maybe you were wrong about not seeing him again.

Not that you hadn’t to wait much to meet him again.

That morning you had been asked to take part at a reunion of the stable, alongside a few sponsors that you had found at the latest event, it was a way to get them to know the ‘talents’ they’d fund, and as you expected old and older people to approach you, you were surprised to find Duncan standing there.

Hadn’t he been a complete stranger to the F1 platform?

And as your grew nervous and more nervous, your stable director came up to you and Abigail, slinging an arm over you both as he moved to get you and present you to him, making you blush as much as he did, but he was extremely professional.

You couldn’t, when you discovered he was your newest sponsor.

‘Girls let me introduce to you both our latest sponsor’ your boss commented softly ‘Duncan Shepherd’.

And he was Duncan fucking Shepherd.

The heir to the Shepherd foundation.

What the fuck had you done?

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formulinos · 4 years

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who is your favourite hype-writing mutual? why is it me? nah kidding, which was your favourite moment to research? planning on doing some posts about ferrari?

I know I can count on you for Fernando-McLaren business, the day I sip the Spygate/Crashgate tea I will go straight to thee! Ok, so, I can tell you at least one moment from each of the ones I did so far:

1) the Diamond grinding issues in the Indianapolis Motor Speedway, only because for me up until then I thought just like everyone that it had been just a matter of Michelin fucking things up and not the IMS also having its share in this and Bridgestone having way more intel. 2) Prost/Senna was just... watching them crash in Suzuka over and over, specially in 1990. That was a dick move on Ayrton that paid off brilliantly. 3) Watching Nicole's voice die while she was singing Baby Love at the EMAs and knowing she still got with Lewis at the end of that night. The Icon 4) The 2 or so hours I watched of a Robert Kubica junior career DVD that a kind soul put on YouTube and got deleted the week after I watched it. - it was in polish, so I didn't understand SHIT of what they were saying, but i think it had the best resolution out of everything and appearances by guys we all know. Unfortunately the account got terminated so... that was shit. 5) I am actually proud I got to the bottom (heh) of Feetgate. I had just seen a shitty article going around here on tumblr but never full tea, so I'm happy I found the podcast where they talk about it and the minute, etc. At least I know it's real lol there is also one thing from the upcoming I really like but we can talk about it later :D And about Ferrari.... there are plans but maybe I'm TOO biased. Who knows! Thank you for the questioooon Hyperfixation Corner q&a in my ask box RN!

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charles-is-my-idol · 4 years

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙮𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨! 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚: ⬇️⬇️ "In my career I would not change anything. I found the answer for each mistake. And after I found it, I forgot the mistakes. During my father's illness, when we all knew there was no way out, for the first time in my life, I felt helpless. I had his face in my head and in the practices I placed myself in twentieth place. Dad, however, was never happy if he didn't see me win. And then I asked myself what he would want and the answer came quickly. I made a void in my mind. I got to the bottom for him. But I never thought of not riding that race [Baku 2017]. In the car I have never been afraid, nevertheless in the rain: the day that it will happen to me I will close the career. And I like running in the wet because the variables are not completely under control, every mistake is multiplied. It's nice to feel at the limit. My myth is Ayrton Senna. In the rain he went like a lightning, bolt like no one. And he was no afraid in a sport that in that period was very dangerous. I would name the street I live on to him if I had to choose. I remember a particular episode when I was racing karts. I was on track in Lonato. During practices, Dad and Jules Bianchi got angry because I wasn't aggressive. I then returned to the race and sent an opponent off the track, straight into the grass. I understood. But I had exaggerated. 95% of the races were in Italy: so I learned Italian and for years I spoke more your language than mine. I have the best memories there. I almost burned out the clutch on my first car. It was a fiat 500 from 1969. I was not used to making the "double" with the gearbox. But now I have a Ferrari Roma. But I envy Prince Albert's private car collection very much, I gave him my helmets to show him the way he went. He has always supported me, and we are good friends. ⬇️⬇️ — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/3kgBQhW

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theseventhhex · 5 years

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Lust for Youth Interview

Hannes Norrvide & Malthe Fischer

Pirouetting on decadence, meeting eyes with a dizzy sensation, falling and flying at the same time - Lust for Youth have continually held poise through the most vitalising of times. Their new album, a self-titled collection of eight songs, is surefooted where they had earlier feared to tread, and light-headed for a new set of reasons. The album is driven by a dance-pop agenda, hustling its way through upbeat peaks that level out into reflective ballads. While still taking clear cues from a crop of austere synth-pop, Lust for Youth sound brighter than they ever have before, taking tips from some of the flirtiest Eurobeat to aid their new direction. No longer galvanising us with hooks, but with a songcraft unhindered by anxiety, the album presents a cohesion not seen in the project until now… We talk to the gifted duo about returning with new energy, Ayrton Senna and the Champions League…

TSH: For your excellent latest self-titled album, what sort of changes and shift in instrumentation do you feel has come into play?

Hannes: I think we learned how to get more to the point, without too much sound effects around it. It's more stripped down now to what's essential. Most of the songs are built up around the guitar now, before guitar was usually one of the last ingredients.

Malthe: Songs like ‘Insignificant’ and ‘New Balance Point’ were even written on guitar before we started arranging them, which is a new way of working for us.

TSH: Would you say that with your songwriting the process can be very instinctual and things just kind of manifest themselves?

Hannes: Yes, most time it starts with a loop and slowly it will evolve into song. Like ‘Venus De Milo’. It was just this very weird gritty loop that we didn't know what to do with it for almost a year. It wasn't until around New Year’s Eve that we finally figured it out.

Malthe: It can definitely be both. Like the last part of ‘New Balance Point’, I just woke up one morning with the lyrics and the melody in my head. Then all I needed to figure out was the chords. However, other times it’s a more of a struggle with lyrics, we might already have decided on the phrasing of a melody, maybe even down to syllables or which vowels we want, before having any actual words.

TSH: What are some of your must-have instruments or software when recording?

Hannes: Patience and a 909.

Malthe: We have been using Ableton Live quite a lot during this recording and later we did the mixing in ProTools. If you are new to music production and can only afford one instrument I would go for Ableton. If you are into production you probably already know FabFilter and the other great mainstream developers. Of the lesser known ones the German company DDMF is brilliant and I love the plugin Trackspacer. We use very little hardware in mixing now because the software is amazing and it lets you work anywhere. One old machine we have used on all the last three records is the Lexicon Model200 reverb, especially for vocals. It still hasn't been properly emulated.

TSH: Also, knowing inspiration always comes and goes, how do you guys keep the momentum and levels up when you're in the studio?

Hannes: Put your work aside and go for a walk to reboot.

Malthe: After our previous album we didn’t really record anything for a year. We were focusing on our other projects. I suppose we needed to look elsewhere in order to return with new energy.

TSH: What were your immediate surroundings like during the making of this record, and how did this affect your mood for the album?

Malthe: We started recording during the World Cup and had a couple of weeks in my family’s summer house. It’s located just 100 meters from the sea (Kattegat), with a forest in the backyard. It was the first time we went out of the city to record. The previous album ‘Compassion’ was recorded at home while Hannes and I still shared a flat.

TSH: What led you to kicking off the record with ‘New Balance Point’?

Malthe: We always felt very confident about that song. It wasn’t always supposed to open the record but whilst playing tracks for friends it always seemed to be the first one we’d play to them… so I guess that’s why.

Hannes: It is the track that best captures how LFY has changed since the last album. We felt it was important to start out with a strong track that hopefully would catch people by surprise.

TSH: ‘By No Means’ is a fantastic track. Tell us more about how the infectious guitar line that runs throughout came to be...

Malthe: Thank you, that’s one of the parts we did in the summer house one morning over breakfast. For me, Johnny Marr is a big influence and it might show here, as well as in older songs like ‘New Boys’ or ‘Better Looking Brother’.

TSH: What are the ideas behind the heavy worded album cover?

Malthe: Basically it’s the lyrics in chronological order. We like minimalistic album covers like Kraftwerk or the works of Peter Saville. This is the third LFY album I have been involved in and I like the fact that those three records all have similar aesthetics. Like a trilogy. The last line “A compliment from you would insult me” just happened to be stretched out like that at the bottom and we were like ‘that’s it!’

Hannes: I don’t like having lyrics sheets inside a record and if you listen to it digitally you won’t see it anyway. So why not put them on the front?

TSH: You've previously opted to always go with the first take, but now you take more time. What are the benefits of this approach?

Hannes: It sounds way better now. Before I didn't have the patience, but after meeting Malthe I learned that things usually turn out way better if you don’t stress them.

Malthe: I always loved the sound of the records that Hannes did by himself, but when I joined LFY it was clear that he wanted it all to take a new direction, and I helped out with that. I wouldn't say one is better than the other; it’s just two very different approaches.

TSH: When you find yourself in travel situations whilst touring, which places would you say bring you most peace and clarity?

Hannes: Sitting in a cafe with a drink and not having to stress about soundcheck and having time to go back to the hotel room and lying down for 20 minutes.

Malthe: Peace and clarity is not usually associated with touring, but once in a while we have the time to actually visit a city for more than just one day. Like the week we had in Mexico City earlier this year. Times like these make for a deeper impression.

TSH: Also, what led to you once stating that the MDMA in Italy tastes like basil?

Hannes: Intoxication.

TSH: Where did the idea for the Ayrton Senna Lust for Youth t-shirts come from?

Hannes: I had recently watched the Senna documentary and when talking to Malthe after it turned out he was a huge fan of him as a kid.

Malthe: Yes, Ayrton Senna was a childhood hero of mine and his death is one of those moments where I clearly remember where I was when hearing it on the radio.

Hannes: We decided to pay homage to him with this shirt, and also the song ‘Imola’.

TSH: What topics and hobbies do you both bond and laugh over most?

Hannes: I would say anything, Malthe and I know each other so well. He’s like my brother…

Malthe: Comedy too. We both love Seinfeld, Larry David, The Ricky Gervais Show and Karl Pilkington.

TSH: Any recent sporting highlights that you’re impressed with?

Hannes: The most important one is of course Jakob Fuglsangs’ victory in Liege-Bastogne-Liege earlier this spring. There was also the pleasure of witnessing the new young talent Mathieu Van Der Pool in Ronde Van Vlaanderen and then seeing him win the Amstel Gold Race a week later. And of course Liverpool winning the Champions League.

Malthe: I mainly watch Champions League football and support the Danish team AaB of which my brother-in-law is the manager.

TSH: Finally, what's the band ethos as you look ahead?

Hannes: We're very much looking forward to going back on tour again, and to start working on new material.

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ciiromessi · 8 years

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Why is Messi considered the 'greatest of all time'? I've googled this and read many articles on it but I would like to hear what a fan would say. What sets him apart from other great football players? No hate, just plain curiosity.

As someone who gets kind of emotional about Messi (let’s not even pretend I don’t), this is a difficult question for me to answer. I could refer you to his stats, his individual and team achievements, the obstacles and personal struggles he overcame, some of his incredible goals (here’s another one because I can’t resist)–but a lot of players have done some incredible things and had some incredible goals. For me, what sets Messi apart is how he makes me feel–and how consistently I feel it.

Every match, he leaves me in awe, in wonder, amazed at what I’ve just witnessed. Doesn’t it say it all that I’ve watched him for years and I’m still surprised at what he does on the pitch? I’ve had friends who’ve watched him from his debut and they say he was as breathtaking at 19 as he is now. Can you imagine that? Let me put it in perspective: at Rafinha’s age, he had two Ballon D’Ors; at Neymar’s, three. Isn’t that kind of insane?!

But forget the stats. I’m getting distracted by the numbers. How Leo makes me feel is unlike anyone else–and, even better, he does it match after match after match. I’m very rarely disappointed by Messi, very very rarely. Even in an off game, he’s just merely mortal–you still can’t call him a poor player, even then.

I’ve been watching football for a while now–and, don’t get me wrong, other players do give me that excitement sometimes. Neymar has, for example. Iniesta, Xavi. Pirlo. Zlatan. The list goes on. But no one does it quite on the scale of Messi,or quite so consistently. That’s the difference for me. Brilliance is consistence.

I’ve always known that there are no words for what Messi does; I can’t articulate it to you. You have to watch it. And feel it. What Messi does is art. And maybe if I can put it to you best, this is what Messi is to me:

Lionel Messi will be 30 this year. It hardly means he is entering his dotage but it is a reminder that we must cherish him while we can. He is one of the great performers on any stage, in any era. He is Nureyev. He is Olivier. He is Rostropovich. He is Picasso. He is Sinatra. He is someone who brings joy to everyone who sees him on a football pitch and marvels at the beauty of his art.

Watching Messi from there was like standing next to the Armco between Sainte Devote and Beau Rivage during practice for the Monaco Grand Prix and watching Ayrton Senna hurtle past up the hill, seeing the sparks flying from his car as it bottomed out on the tarmac. It was one of the greatest sights in sport I’ve ever seen. (x)

Also, Pep sums it up pretty well here:

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eddiejpoplar · 6 years

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First Drive: 2019 BMW M850i xDrive

I’ve never been a huge fan of BMW. There’s nothing particularly off-putting about the cars, it’s just that only a handful have ever really spoken to me, and only two or three of those “good” BMWs were built after 1999. Fortunately, you don’t have to be a BMW fan to love the all-new 2019 BMW 8 Series, especially so in M850i xDrive guise. You just have to enjoy great cars.

Built on the same basic formula that made the original 8 Series a cult hit (gorgeous looks, lots of power, and a big dash of dynamism), and despite the lack of a V-12, the new car is no pretender to the name—a fact made thrillingly clear the first time you fire the 4.4-liter twin-turbo V-8 and unleash its 523 hp and 553 lb-ft of torque. Routed through an expertly tuned ZF 8-speed automatic and a strongly rear-biased xDrive all-wheel-drive system, that power launches the M850i toward the horizon, hitting 60 mph from a dead stop in just 3.6 seconds on to an electronically limited top speed of 155 mph.

The numbers don’t really do the M850i justice, however, as impressive as they are. Why? Because the 8 Series is about so much more than figures on a chart. There’s an attention to the qualitative side of driving enjoyment that has seemed absent from—or at the least at the very bottom of—the BMW development checklist in recent years. Whether you’re launching onto an on ramp, making a 50-mph pass on a B-road, or simply queuing your way through a city center, the spirit of BMW’s motorsport-bred prowess is engineered into every single part of the car, not just the abundant badging.

That shows on the first set of curves you hit in the M850i. Its four-wheel steering system, which steers the rear wheels opposite the front wheels at low speeds for agility and in tandem with the fronts at higher speeds for stability, is utterly transparent but also immediately noticeable, because the long, wide 8er shrinks around you, diving through corners like a car two-thirds its size and half its weight. But despite its impressive road-holding and flat, controlled cornering, the M850i also cruises in serenity, absorbing ill-maintained Portuguese asphalt in stride, rarely jostling occupants or droning out odd tones. The only gripe we had with the M850i on any level during the road drive was the grindingly slow, always-late navigation system. Hopefully that’s just an artifact of these being pre-production cars. That small beef aside, the new 8 Series is simply lovely on the road. And it’s absolutely mind-blowing on the track.

I say this, of course, not out of blind fancy, but after spending a day wheeling the M850i around the Portuguese countryside and onto the recently repaved surface of the historic Autódromo Fernanda Pires da Silva raceway, or Estoril, as it’s commonly known. That repaving, while I’m told was much-needed, managed to reduce grip to near-wet levels, even while warm and dry. Launching the 8 Series at Estoril was a brave move for BMW, as there would be no chance for the slightly portly (4,478 lb curb weight in U.S. trim) BMW to hide its dynamic missteps under layers of excessive mechanical grip.

Even after having driven the M850i prototype earlier this year at a secret location in Wales—on damp roads no grippier than the resurfaced Estoril—I was surprised, even shocked, at just how good the car is on track. Not even the brake-by-wire system can be criticized, delivering good and consistent pedal feel and stopping power. I was sure that would be a soft spot in the underbelly of the 8 Series. I was wrong.

In fact, there are no real soft spots, nor even an underbelly to speak of. Boot the throttle coming out of the long Ayrton Senna parabolica corner leading onto Estoril’s front straight and you’ll briefly encounter its 155 mph electronic limit before clamping the computer-controlled four-piston front calipers onto the steel discs. Turn in and the car barely rolls, quickly taking its set and arcing in toward the apex as you trail off the brake. A little greedy getting back on the gas? You’re rewarded with tail-out attitude and still-ample acceleration—even with the stability control half on in Traction mode—before the torque being sent to the front wheels helps pull you back into line and on toward the next brake zone. With its big power, strong brakes, and ample grip, the M850i is almost effortless to drive at a ludicrously brisk pace. Steering effort is never too high, the brake pedal never too stiff, and the seats do a masterful job of balancing daily comfort with track-worthy stability.

Is it a perfect track weapon? No, of course not. But that’s not the M850i’s job—BMW’s saving that work for the upcoming M8. But the M850i is already a far, far better track car than any 6 Series ever was, and better than a car so forgiving and enjoyable on the street has any right to be, much less one with so much computer-witchcraft happening behind the scenes.

If you haven’t figured it out yet, I lied to you just a bit at the beginning. While it’s true I’ve never been a huge fan of BMW, after driving the 2019 BMW M850i, I’m going to have to start saying, “I’ve never been a huge fan of BMW—until now.”

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jonathanbelloblog · 6 years

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First Drive: 2019 BMW M850i xDrive

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ultrasfcb-blog · 6 years

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Staring into the abyss: Would a budget cap save the once mighty Williams team?

Williams have finished in the points just once this season

It’s no secret the Williams team are struggling – we’ve seen it at every grand prix this season.

Five races into 2018 they sit bottom of the constructors’ championship, their car clearly uncompetitive.

They have been here before, having failed to finish higher than eighth for three seasons between 2011 and 2013.

But what is worrying on this occasion is that the team’s hierarchy is struggling to see a stable future without significant changes being implemented.

Speaking last month, deputy team principal Claire Williams claimed F1 was “basically broken” because of financial discrepancies between the top teams and the rest, and called for the sport’s owners Liberty Media to approve a budget cap currently under consideration.

So how did it come to this for one of the sport’s most famous and enduring names?

Don’t forget to cast your vote on whether F1 should introduce a budget cap at the bottom of this article.

From leaders to feeders

Frank Williams set up his eponymous Williams Grand Prix Engineering operation in 1977 and success was quick to follow thanks to the design nous of Patrick Head, the bullish driving of Australia’s Alan Jones and the pace and durability of the Cosworth DFV engine.

The team’s maiden world title arrived in 1980 – Jones delivering on his early promise – before Keke Rosberg (1982), Nelson Piquet (1987), Nigel Mansell (1992), Alain Prost (1993), Damon Hill (1996) and Jacques Villeneuve (1997) followed suit.

The team’s success in the 1980s and 1990s – which came amid fierce duels with McLaren and Ferrari – delivered them nine constructors’ championships, a record second only to Ferrari’s 16.

Williams’ innovative engine and technical partnerships with Honda and Renault were key to their competitiveness, which in turn allowed them to compete for the best drivers and designers.

But as costs soared during the 2000s, the team trickled down the order, their place at the sharp end of the grid no longer assured as the likes of McLaren – bolstered by Mercedes backing – and Ferrari grew ever stronger thanks to the support of their road car divisions.

Williams, as a privateer, had no such backing, and it quickly took a toll on results.

Perhaps this is best demonstrated by the fact that Williams’ 113th grand prix win came in 2004 and their 114th in 2012.

They are still awaiting win number 115.

‘Surviving, not racing’

Williams now have the youngest drivers on the grid with 19-year-old Lance Stroll and the 22-year-old Russian Sergey Sirotkin. Both have struggled this season with their best result Stroll’s eighth in Azerbaijan.

Stroll says the team are “surviving, not racing” and he was struggling with balance issues throughout all five races this season, adding: “The car wasn’t cooperating the way I wanted it to, the balance was all over the place.”

Sirotkin, meanwhile, said the seat in his car was “so painful” he struggled to make it through the Spanish Grand Prix in Barcelona last time out.

So what’s next?

The team want a level playing field when it comes to budgets, with Claire Williams admitting she was ready to “crack open some champagne” after Liberty Media said it would consider proposals for a $150m spending cap by 2021.

Such a move is unlikely to appeal greatly to teams such as Mercedes and Ferrari, who spend around three times that figure, but Claire Williams is blunt about the cost of inaction.

“If we don’t do this then Williams will close… the whole of the company,” she said recently.

“Sometimes you almost need to hit rock bottom to make you address the areas that you may have papered over previously.”

For the sake of one of the sport’s greatest teams, let’s hope they do not have any further to fall.

Analysis

Andrew Benson – chief F1 writer

Claire Williams took over day-to-day running of the team from father Frank in 2013

Williams are last in the constructors’ championship after five races this year, and in grave danger of finishing there if they cannot turn their season around quickly.

Last weekend’s Spanish Grand Prix highlighted their problems – a difficult, slow car and inexperienced drivers meant lots of mistakes, qualifying at the back and zero points.

The team know what is wrong. The car has a fundamental aerodynamic flaw – the rear floor suffers an aerodynamic stall on corner entry, making it unpredictable to drive.

New parts to fix the problems are on their way but are not expected until just before the summer break – at the halfway point of the season.

These are worrying times for a once great team. They have two unconvincing ‘pay’ drivers in the car, making it more difficult to be sure of the car’s actual level.

As for the future, with performance as bad as this, what proven, well-rated driver would want to go there?

Alan Jones helped kick off Williams’ glory years with title glory in 1980

Nigel Mansell and Nelson Piquet (right, pictured with Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost) were enemies both on and off the track for Williams

Damon Hill delivered success to Williams with the drivers’ championship in 1996

Talent and performance followed into the noughties with drivers such as Juan Pablo Montoya, but by then costs were beginning to really ramp up

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Commanding USWorldSBK Race 2 win for Rea at Laguna

As the GEICO US Round drew to a close on Sunday afternoon at Mazda Raceway Laguna Seca it was World Champion Jonathan Rea (Kawasaki Racing Team) who took the victory, with Tom Sykes (Kawasaki Racing Team) and Chaz Davies (Aruba.it Racing – Ducati) also on the podium.

Rea came from eighth on the grid to take a dominant win over the rest of the field with the KRT man beating his nearest challenger – teammate Sykes – by 2.887s, to open up a 59-point advantage at the head of the standings going into the summer break. It is the Northern Irishman’s second win at the American venue and he dedicated the victory to the late Nicky Hayden.

Davies did his best to pursue Sykes for second place over the final laps but just could not catch the Yorkshireman and had to settle for third, following his comeback win in Race 1.

Marco Melandri (Aruba.it Racing – Ducati) and Xavi Fores (BARNI Racing Team) completed the top five in the hot conditions at the spectacular Californian track.

Eugene Laverty (Milwaukee Aprilia) bounced back immediately from his Race 1 DNF for a good sixth place finish, with another Aprilia equipped rider Leandro Mercado (IODARacing) in seventh.

Lorenzo Savadori (Milwaukee Aprilia) was just behind Laverty and Mercado on the Aprilia RSV4 RF in eighth place, with the top ten completed by Pata Yamaha Official WorldSBK Team colleagues Alex Lowes and Michael van der Mark.

Raffaele de Rosa (Althea BMW Racing Team), Jordi Torres (Althea BMW Racing Team) and Ayrton Badovini (Grillini Racing Team) all suffered crashes, whilst there was an early retirement for Leon Camier (MV Agusta Reparto Corse).

After the summer break the 2017 MOTUL FIM Superbike World Championship riders will return to action at the Prosecco DOC German Round over the 18th-20th August weekend.

P1 – Jonathan Rea (Kawasaki Racing Team) “The team gave me an incredible bike today and we made a brave change in the setting which worked amazing, to have this result and to go into the summer break is a really nice way to do that, its a long flight home but a massive thanks for my team for building a good bike. I see the Hayden family here this weekend and its impossible not to be here and think of him and I want to dedicate this to him and his family.”

P2 – Tom Sykes (Kawasaki Racing Team) “Yeah you’ve got to be happy, today I tried my hardest, today we missed that little bit more the lap times stayed consistent and we were much faster than yesterday, we were missing some traction and every corner it added up. We tried to make the most of it but it wasn’t to be and now we will try to get to the bottom of our problem.”

P3 – Chaz Davies (Aruba.it Racing – Team) “Like some other races this year, Kawasaki are able to make a really good start, and there was little I could do. At one point Tom was on the radar, I thought that I would be able to catch him but I ran out of laps. I’m very happy with this weekend and after Misano, this is exactly what we needed and now we can look forward to the summer break.”

#USWorldSBK at Mazda Raceway Laguna Seca: Race 2 1. Jonathan Rea Kawasaki 2. Tom Sykes Kawasaki +2.887 3. Chaz Davies Ducati +4.847

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xoxthewitchxox-blog · 8 years

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About Me

1. What is your name? Courtney 2. How old are you? 30 3. Are you sure? Reasonably 4. What is your earliest memory? 1970's style striped carpet. That classic yellow/burgendy/blue combo 5. What is your favorite alcoholic drink? Jack Daniels 6. What is your favorite vegetable? Pumpkin 7. Do you remember your first day at school? Yes, hated it 8. What is the worst exam result you remember ever getting? E. Cheers Mr Boland 9. How tall are you? 173cms 10. Can you swim? Of course, I'm Australian 11. Who is your favorite movie actress? I don't think I have one

12. Who is your favorite movie actor? Again, don't particularly care. Maybe Vincent Price?

13. Who is your favorite comedian? Russell Brand. He's amazing. Intelligent, well spoken, thoughtful. And that face *swoon

14. Who is your favorite politician? Scott Ludlum. Please move to Vic so I can vote for you 15. Who is your favourite historical figure (been dead for at least 100 years)? Vlad Tepes was my first thought, so maybe him? 16. Who is your favorite super-heroine? The Black Widow 17. Who is your favorite super-hero? Deadpool duh 18. Can you name a female scientist other than Madame Curie? Hedy Lamarr helped invent WiFi. That's good enough for me 19. Who is your favorite mythological god or goddess? Baphomet

20. Who is your favorite woman of all time? Me 21. Do you agree with "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth"? Sometimes the high road is too hard. 22. Do you agree with "Life does not forgive weakness"? Yes 23. Do you agree with "It is the enemy who can truly teach us to practice the virtues of compassion and tolerance"? Yes 24. Do you agree with "The state can do what they want to do"? The reality is yes, yes they can. Do I agree? No. 25. Do you agree with "If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friend, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country"? Depends on so many things......

26. Do you agree with "If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads"? Yes 27. Do you agree with "Crime is a product of social excess"? More a lack of excess, so no. 28. Do you agree with "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"? Yes 29. Do you agree with "And mankind is naught but a single nation"? Yes 30. Do you agree with "Bulimia is soooo '87"? Hey, it can totally work for some! /s don't hurt me 31. What is the worst movie you have ever seen? Holy Shit! This completely horrible movie on Netflix my friend made me watch. London something, it's not worth remembering the full title. Terrible and I still haven't forgiven him for making me watch it and wasting my goddamn time. 32. What is the worst TV show you have ever seen? anything that relies on a laugh track, or anything in the NCIS/CSI franchise 33. What is the worst book you have ever read? Foundations of Statistics textbook, and I spent an hour on 50 Shades of Grey before getting physically angry and ranting at friend about how absurd it was that this exists, and has made so much money. Seriously. It's not even good enough to be called for poorly written trash. 34. What is the worst song you have ever heard? HEY I JUST MET YOU ------- AND THIS IS CRAAAAZY 35. What is the worst sport you know of? golf? 36. Who is the worst movie "star" ever? Tom Hiddleston 37. Who is the worst comedian ever? Outlandish shock jocks are shit.

38. Who is the worst author ever? That 50 Shades lady. Those books are a crime against literature.

39. Who is the worst musical act ever? Avril Lavigne 40. Who is the worst sports "star" you have ever seen? Bernard Tomic 41. If you could go back in time to witness an historical event in person, what event would you want to see? Any part of the French Revolution. The Salem Witch Trials 42. If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go? Melbourne haha 43. If you could meet anyone in the world, who would you meet? Jason Momoa, so I could annoy a friend 44. If you could become famous for one thing, what would that thing be? A *good* sex tape. Kim Kardashian made a whole empire for her and her family off of a shoddy one, imagine if it were good?! 45. If you could buy anything regardless of cost, what would you buy? A new laptop, and all of KILLSTARS everything, forever. 46. If you could change any one thing about your country, what would it be? The older generation, their conservative personal views are the one thing keeping us in the dark ages. #marriage equality

47. If you could change any one thing about international politics, what would it be? Just get rid of Trump. I think he's been a lesson to 80% of the planet at this point. 48. If you could meet any famous person who is dead, who would it be? Ayrton Senna 49. If you could become dictator of the world, would you? Would you not? 50. If you could eat an entire cow at one sitting, would you? God no, I can hardly finish a burrito in one sitting 51. Have you ever illegally downloaded music/TV shows/movies from the net? No. 52. Have you ever used illegal narcotics (yes, even pot counts if it was illegal at the time)? Honey, I'm 30 53. Have you ever gotten any points on your driving license? Technically no! 54. Have you ever stolen anything from a shop? Yup 55. Have you ever bought alcohol or cigarettes while underage? No, that what other people were for

56. Have you ever bought alcohol or cigarettes for another person who was underage? Yeah, that shits hard man. 57. Have you ever tried to cheat the taxman/social security/other government agency? No, they always win.

58. Have you ever ridden on a train or bus without paying? Yes 59. Have you ever been arrested? No 60. Have you ever been charged with a crime ... ? No 61. What's the furthest you've ever been from home? Brisbane 62. Where have you visited that you would like to go back to? Adelaide is wonderful 63. Where would you like to visit that you haven't yet? Norway 64. Where is your favorite place in the world? My bedroom 65. Where have you visited that you hope never to go to again? Sydney. 66. Where would you definitely never go to? South Africa 67. Where is your least favorite place in the world? The dentist 68. What is your favorite way to travel ? Roadtrip 69. What is your least favorite way to travel? Train 70. What is the capital of Assyria? isn't it a city-state? 71. What was the last movie you saw? haha it was Zodiac, one of my favourites 72. Was it any good? It's great if you're in serial killers and RDJ 73. What was the last book you read? Roomitarian - Henry Rollins 74. Was it any good? He's a brilliant writer, speaker and frontman. Love Henry 75. What was the last song you listened to? Life is Killing Me - Type O Negative 76. Was it any good? Of course 77. What was the last computer game you played? Civ IV 78. Did you do well? Mods are fun 79. What was the last meal you ate? Vegemite on a toasted roll haha

80. Was it any good? It was perfect 81. Do you believe in God/Goddess/Gods/Goddesses? I believe in many things. 82. Do you agree with the war in Iraq? No 83. Do you believe in aliens? They scare me 84. Do you agree with the theory of evolution? and natural selection.

85. Do you believe in reincarnation? Yes, I think I was a cat reviously. I can sleep anywhere and only like to be disturbed for food and affection. 86. Do you agree with the idea of the UN? United Nations (UN)? Theoretically it works, but in practice.... I have no idea 87. Do you believe in karma? Yes

88. Do you agree with the theories of man-induced global warming? Yes. In the last week the temp in my town has been everywhere from 19 to 36. In a WEEK.

89. Do you believe in democracy above all other systems of government? Looking at the US at the moment, maybe not. OR they could try out complulsory voting so EVERYONE has to have a say, not just those with already strong opinions. 90. Do you agree with Freddie Mercury when he sings "Fat-bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round"? As a rather flat assed girl, I find it offensive. 91. What is your favorite movie? Zodiac, The Crow, Norwegian Wood 92. What is your favorite book? Any collection of Poe's works 93. What is your favorite song? Tiny Dancer -Elton John or practically anything from HIM 94. What is your favorite city? Melbourne 95. What is your favorite sport? Formula One 96. What is your favorite place in the world? Bed 97. Are you glad these questions are almost over? My back hurts 98. What are you going to do next? have a cigarette and play with my dog 99. Do you anticipate this activity being fun? of course. she's fluffy as fuck 100. Give us a quote to end on... "I was never insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched" Poe

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