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vetteldixon · 1 year
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Ted Kravitz inteviews Sebastian Vettel ahead of the 2012 Indian Grand Prix.
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ivettel · 2 years
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"There he is: Sebastian Vettel, on top of his car, on top of the world. [...] Give the bull a little stroke!"
F1 SUMMER BREAK EDITING CHALLENGE ↪ favourite seasons: 2012 & 2013
for pauline @youjustwaitsunshine ☀️
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topnotchquark · 5 days
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Ferrari solving international crimes using stickers just like how they solved homophobia with the rainbow #essereferrari. We must learn from them truly
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The Scuderia CSR department annual strategy meeting discussion. #ForzaFerrari #Sempre #LoveIsLove #Equality
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umseb · 1 year
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race winner sebastian vettel celebrates with his team, india - october 28, 2012 📷 emily davenport / motorsport images
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“Equivalences” by Mónica de la Torre Sebastian Vettel x 4x WDC Wins     ↳ X | X | X | X | X | X | X | X
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youjustwaitsunshine · 2 years
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a cartoon bomb has exploded in his face
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vro0m · 2 years
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vro0m’s rewatch - 107/301
2012 Indian GP
Disclaimer for this season. It turns out that I only have the footage of the race for a lot of the GPs (no build-up, no post-race content) so there will be way less GIFs unfortunately. I will let you know for each of these reviews if there are GIFs or not. THIS ONE HAS GIFS.
4 rounds to go.
Top 10 on the grid goes, from bottom to top : Rosberg, Maldonado, Perez, Raikkonen, Massa, Alonso, Jenson, Lewis, Webber and Seb on pole.
Brundle decides that he'll try to talk to Lewis on his grid walk. Unbelievably he accepts.
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Martin congratulates him on the qualifying and asks him if he can do something about the two cars in front. Lewis says it's gonna be tough but he'll do his best, "but hey man it's been a long time since I spoke to you," he says softly, and he touches Martin's shoulder. "I thought for once, you know, it's one of my very few races I have left here at McLaren," so he thought he should talk to him.
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Martin says they love talking to him and then he says he has a lucky nipple tweak with Jenson?! This– I– What ?! I can't wrap my head around that piece of information. What does it mean?!
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I do not hear what they are saying? I think Martin asked him if his nipples are sensitive?!
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Brundle asks if he has any new tattoos. Bro what is going on. Why are you not talking about the fucking race 💀 he shows one on his forearm and that he has mosquito bites.
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Why. What is going on. He says he got his whole back done as well.
Brundle says he used to love this part of the weekend where he could finally get to the actual job, racing. He asks if Lewis also gets this kind of serene feeling. Lewis says definitely. He's been racing since he was 8 and even when it was go karts and there was no crowd or anything, being on the grid has always been an incredible feeling in his heart and chest and now racing with world champions around him, it's phenomenal. And every race is different which he loves. He hopes today is a better day and they don't have any issues with the car and he gets a good start. And he hopes they can put on a good race for the fans. These guys are having a full blown interview on the grid lmao.
Brundle says he's fast on the straights so he has a chance with DRS and KERS. He has a hungry feral smile I've rarely seen on him. I like it.
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Lewis says he has KERS, DRS, and he's gonna give everything he promises.
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Omg Bernie is celebrating his 82nd birthday that weekend. It was 10 years ago. He's really ANCIENT and crumbling, the old racist.
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OH TOTO AGAIN! Ahhh I'm happy already I know I'm getting good gifs out of this race at least.
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(what's with the eyebrow dance, and the double collar???)
Formation lap
Lewis says the radio quality was terrible on the grid. Hopefully it's better on the rest of the track...
And they're racing!
Decent start. The McLarens are immediately wheel to wheel and rapidly Alonso swoops on them in the straight and overtakes them both with worrying ease. They're not giving up. In the next corner, Alonso is in a McLaren Sandwich. Lewis holds the inside line while Jenson locks up slightly on the outside. Both McLarens rejoin each other in front of Alonso, they're wheel to wheel again but he's just beside them. I can't even tell what the order is they're so close. Now he's in-between them again and Lewis is the one who lost that fight, he's fifth. Massa is not far behind him either. Meanwhile, Schumacher has a right rear puncture. And Alonso overtakes Jenson, again so easily... And then Lewis overtakes Jenson too. Massa is still close behind, as is Raikkonen just behind him. Lewis is not gaining on Alonso...
Then it calms down dramatically lol. Some racing in the midfield. 15 laps in : Seb, Webber (+3.7), Alonso (+4.5), Lewis (+7), Jenson (+1.7), Massa (+1.2), Raikkonen (+0.7). The McLarens are one second a lap slower than the leaders. It's not going well... Lewis says he's lost quite a bit of time lapping Schumacher. Perez gets a puncture. He ultimately DNFs. Alonso is now seriously gaining on Webber. Jenson pits. We're almost halfway through the race.
Raikkonen pits. Rosberg pits. Maldonado pits. Massa pits. He's overtaken by Raikkonen as he gets back to the track but Massa gets back at him with the DRS. Alonso pits. Lewis is clearly pushing before his own pit stop. He has good pace. Webber pits. Contact between Kobayashi and Maldonado, who gets a puncture. It's the third puncture of the race. And Seb had to avoid him, because he brusquely rejoined the track after going out because of the puncture. So wait a second, where are we...
Seb is still in the lead but now it's Lewis P2, right? Because he didn't pit. Meanwhile Webber pitted and he's only 0.5 ahead of Alonso now. Lewis pits, 33 laps in (out of 60). Where is he? 8 seconds behind Alonso... Seb pits. He's still in the lead. And his stop was only 2.6 seconds. Oh wait. We get a replay of Lewis' stop. OH HOLY SHIT THEY CHANGED HIS STEERING WHEEL?! Impressive! Alonso is pressuring Webber.
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Ted says Lewis had issues with other things than the radio which is why they changed the steering wheel. So Lewis had to put the car in neutral with the first steering wheel, dislodge it, hand it over while a mechanic was putting the new one in, use the second steering wheel to put the car in first gear and release the clutch to leave, and all of that happened while his tyres were getting changed, in 3.3 seconds. As I said, impressive!
Grosjean finally pits, he's the last one to do so, on lap 37. Lewis sets the fastest lap of the race. He's slowly closing on Alonso, but the gap is consequential, and Alonso is still close to Webber. Let's see. The gap from Webber to Seb is 11s, the gap from Alonso to Webber is 2.2s, and the gap from Lewis to Alonso is 6.1s. 18 laps to go. Do we believe something is going to happen?
Now Webber is picking up the pace to avoid Alonso. Oh, someone's in the barriers, softly. It's De la Rosa, he spun. No DRS now then, yellow flags. Schumacher will be investigated for not obeying blue flags after the race. Webber has issues with fuel. Alonso is not far away. The DRS is enabled again. Alonso overtakes Webber extremely easily. Apparently his KERS doesn't work.
Lewis is less than 4 seconds away, he's told Webber doesn't have KERS. He can do this. There's 10 laps to go. There's fog on the track. Less than 3 seconds. You know that's what he lives for. He sets the fastest lap. 2.5 seconds. 7 laps to go. Nicolas is in the garage watching him. 2 seconds. Some part of Seb's car is rubbing on the ground, a piece of the front wing maybe? 1.5 seconds. 5 laps to go. Go get him come on. Alonso is told Seb's plank is on the ground and to keep pushing. Horner's getting agitated. Lewis' engineer keeps him motivated, now's the hard part. Alonso just went wide. Almost, almost. 1 second. 3 laps to go... 2 laps to go... He locked up... He's so close... Final lap... 0.8 second.
And it's the end of the race!
Seb wins, Alonso P2, and unfortunately it's Webber P3. One more lap and Lewis would have eaten him alive, no doubt.
That's all! 3 races left! (and I can already tell you that next up is Abu Dhabi and there's gonna PLENTY of gifs because I have the full broadcast for both the race AND quali so don't miss it!)
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ladyvictory22 · 6 months
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11 years, and here you can see Toto watching Christian. This is Indian GP 2012
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so in effect we can make a collage that in the center says "There is no relationship" along with all the evidence
@silvereds
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princemick · 9 months
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SEB October 12th 2012, Indian GP photo by Prakash Singh
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umseb · 2 years
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🍰, india - october 28, 2012 📷 emily davenport / motorsport images
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glorioustimeswithdrew · 2 months
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Drew and the Dirty Lies of John Cusack
Originally published August 5th, 2013
I was spraying my shoes with a fire hose when 6-^8Y approached me.
"Hey there, 6-^8Y!" I enthusiastically shouted.   "Look, I stole another fire truck!" "LIKE, TOTALLY LOL," 6-^8Y computed in its cute little robot voice.  "OMG LOOK AT JOHN CUSACK'S FACEBOOK STATUS."  I could feel my teeth grinding, which the dentist said I shouldn't do.  John Cusack.  If my blood was made out of glitter and rainbows, John Cusack would give me cancer.  I hated that guy.
"What did that no good so-and-so do this time?" I hissed as 6-^8Y lit up the screen on his stomach.  I read the status.
"Like lol ya'll, totally just went to Mars, yee-haw tell me I am cool please?"
I could feel my fists clenching, which the dentist said I shouldn't do before I punched her box of floss.  "There's no way he went to Mars!" I shouted.  "John Cusack isn't an astronaut!" "LIKE LOL, I TOTES THINK HE IS GAY COOL.  LOOK AT HIS LIKES, HE IS 100% POPULAR."
I looked at who had liked the status.  15,000 people, and counting.  I was so mad that I could purchase a modestly priced box of jelly beans, and then put anthrax in the jelly beans, and then light the store that I bought them in on fire, and then put out the fire with the fire trucks I stole, and then feed the survivors my jelly beans.
"6-^8Y, I think it's time I exposed this John Cusack knucklehead for the phony he is," I said with a purpose. "LIKE WTF, DREW, THAT IS AFFIRMATIVE DUMB AS HELL.  GTFO U R A VAGINA." "Shut up, 6-^8Y!  You're adopted!"  6-^8Y started to cry and I didn't even feel bad about it.  I pulled out my magic whistle and gave it a majestic toot.  Within seconds, a giant group of butterflies came to my aid and grabbed me by my clothes.  Soon we were airborne. "Onward!" I shouted.  "Onward to wherever John Cusack is!"
I was lucky that the butterflies had a people GPS with them because they were able to take me right to John Cusack's exact location: Times Square.  What a dunce, I thought.  Prancing around in Times Square?  What does he think he is, a Prancing Person?
I hopped off the butterflies and presented them with a small infant girl as payment, which they graciously accepted as a delicious sacrifice. "Thank you, Drew," said the butterflies, "But where's our payment for last time?" "Don't worry, butterflies.  I'll get you your fix." "You have one week, Drew!" the butterflies merrily chirped, and with that, the group flew off.  I looked around.  For Times Square, there sure weren't that many Indians.  That's when I noticed a very peculiar sign.
"Mars 2112 Restaurant"
I took out my rocket launcher and shot it at the building.  Unfortunately my rocket launcher was actually a ballpoint pen and nothing exploded.  I took out my notebook and wrote "Stop mistaking rocket launcher for pen," then I bolted toward the entrance.
I crashed through the door, shattering the glass.  An alarm went off.  It was the late afternoon, but nobody was inside the restaurant.  Except for John Cusack.
"We meet again, Drew!" he said while sipping a Yoohoo at the counter and wearing a really ugly shirt. "Fuck you, John Cusack!" I shouted, picking shards of glass out of my face.  "You're a giant liar and you know it!"  John Cusack chuckled darkly as he twirled his dripping greasy hair. "Oh, Drew.  That's not what the people think," he cooed. "You're just sitting in a restaurant that has Mars in the title and misleading people into thinking you went to Mars!" I shouted as I tried swallowing the piece of glass that had went down my throat.  It was actually one of my teeth, and I started to regret punching my dentist’s floss box while she was drilling inside of my mouth.  John Cusack just sat there, jirating his body in an empty seat.  I noticed a sign leaning against the counter that I had knocked over while bursting through the doors
"Closed since January 2012."
"What the firetruck, John Cusack?!  This place has been closed for two years!" I exclaimed. "I know!" said John Cusack.  "And there's nothing you can do to stop me!"  With that, he removed his giant ugly shirt and revealed a jetpack.  With the push of a button he began propelling toward the open ceiling.  Not today, I thought.
I used the sign as a makeshift ramp, sprinting onto the counter and running across it. I leapt in John Cusack's direction--and managed to grab hold of one of his untied shoelaces.
John Cusack scowled down at me, trying to shake me loose as the jetpack took him past the ceiling.  I clung tenaciously to his stray lace and began climbing up his body.  John Cusack kicked himself about, but I continued to climb.  The jetpack continued to propel him upwards, though spiraling in a haphazard way.  He scratched at my face, deepening some of the cuts I already had from glass shards.  I grabbed at his hair and pulled, struggling to keep a grip as his hair was so moist with grease.
"You will not win!" he screeched as he sank his teeth into my neck.  I howled in pain, releasing his hair.  I tried gripping onto other parts of his body for support, but my hands were too slippery from handling John Cusack's grungy mane.
John Cusack released his jaw and I began plummeting toward Earth.  Freefalling to my death was not nearly as fun as the Bible had made it sound.  I was going to die.  For reals this time.  But even though John Cusack was soaring above me, I would not let him win.  With one last breath, I blew ferociously into my special whistle.
"Now I'm tweeting about how I discovered the cure to AIDS, Drew!" John Cusack shouted as he punched into his phone.  "Because this jetpack is AIDING me!  Get it?!"  But before John Cusack could send the tweet, a group of butterflies surrounded him and began devouring his body.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" said John Cusack as butterflies devoured him from the inside out. "You debt is paid!" said the hungry butterflies.
I was happy, but I was also about to die, so I was kind of not happy.  Out of nowhere, I felt a spank reach my fundament.  I thought it was a death spank, but it turned out it was something else.
6-^8Y  had caught me, rocketing through the sky with its built-in rockets.
"6-^8Y!" I stammered, overwhelmed with disbelief.  "I'm sorry I said you were adopted--" "DON'T SPEAK, MY FRIEND," 6-^8Y computed.  I felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside, and it wasn't because butterflies had devoured my internal organs. "6-^8Y, deploy one of your space helmets," I commanded. "WHY DO YOU WISH FOR THIS?" 6-^8Y inquired. "Because," I said, "We're actually going to Mars." 
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