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Chapter 2 - A Cold Day In Hell

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr

Warnings: slow burn, eventual Smut, enemies to lovers, language

Rating: Mature

AN: Chapter 2 is here - thanks so much for the feedback! Everyone has been so lovely. <3

Mini Synopsis: Georgia Leclerc is one of Bugatti's two female drivers. As the newest team in Formula 1, Bugatti has a lot to prove - especially since Team Principal Isabelle Binotto has decided to make the team a pre-dominantly female run team - from race engineers all the way to drivers. But even though Georgia has had an impressive start to her career, the press have labeled her a sassy hot head, nothing like her twin brother Charles.

With sponsorship money on the line, Ferrari and Bugatti come up with one solution – fake a relationship between Georgia and Carlos with the hopes that the Sponsors will see the drivers in a new light. An easy task – if the drivers didn’t hate each other.

>>> Next Chapter (Chapter 3)

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The night of my race win in Emilia was amazing. Italy was a beautiful place and the weather was not as cold as it typically was. Not too long after I arrived at my hotel room, Charles was banging on my door, champagne bottle in one hand and a slice of my favourite chocolate cake in the other.

“So, did you bring this cake all the way from Monaco in case I won?” I asked, aggressively lunging towards the cake.

“No, I brought it in case I won,” he replied snarkily, winking at me as he lifted the cake in the air so I couldn’t reach. “But since you won, I figured we could share the cake together.”

I laughed and nodded for him to sit on the bed, and we both began to dig into the cake.

“So…” Charles began, and I knew exactly what he was planning on saying. We didn’t need to be twins for me to know he wanted to discuss the press outburst.

“… so I shouldn’t have yelled at the reporter, yes I know,” I groaned as I shovelled another large bite of cake into my mouth.

“What did Isabelle have to say about it?”

“She was displeased, obviously. We have this huge Luis Vuitton sponsorship deal in the works, and I know she’s worried. It’s a huge name to have, and they’ll be exclusively Bugatti. I just wish they cared about my racing potential, instead of my ability to bat my eyelashes at the press.” I knew that this wasn’t necessarily the case with any athlete. Even Max Verstappen, current holder of the WDC, had to woo sponsors and show up at events with a smile on his face. Being talented was one thing, being talented and able to manage a crowd was another. Apparently I wasn’t so good at the second one.

“Unfortunately just raw talent doesn’t get you sponsors. In fact, it seems to mean less these days. I mean look at Danny, he’s struggling in this year’s McLaren, but still holding onto all of his sponsors.”

I nodded. I knew Charles was right and we’d discussed this often. As much as Charles wanted to understand, he just didn’t get it. He had always been the one to shine in front of the camera, even at a young age at world karting events, he loved to get interviewed and discuss his racing. Me, on the other hand, I had mastered being able to run to the bathroom any time a camera had come round. Before I joined Indy Car, my social media probably had less than 20 posts. I was a private person, and I hated being put in front of people I didn’t know only to answer questions that everyone already knew the answer to.

“You had to deal with this in America,” he mused.

“I did, but it was more behind closed doors. Oddly enough, the American public might have been interested about how one deals with their menstrual cycle while racing, but no one was bold enough to ask me on national TV. Bit of a squeamish group of people,” I said, earning a chuckle from my brother.

My first year in Indy Car had been tough, but after my first win, things actually seemed to settle down. I was impressed at how much respect I began to receive once the public started to see the real me, and most importantly, I think my team and the media loved the amount of female fans I was bringing to the sport. If there was one thing Americans were good at, it was making money off of sports teams, and no was looking to piss off a new segment of fans who were buying up merchandise and subscribing to the journalists streaming channels. Money talks in America, as my manager would say.

After munching on the cake and drinking the rest of the bottle of champagne, Charles left for his room so we could both get ready. I agreed to meet with him and Pierre downstairs at 9pm. I decided to push all of my negative thoughts out of my head. Maybe my outburst wasn’t even that bad? I knew that probably wasn’t true, since I was too afraid to check twitter, but a girl could hope.

As 9pm rolled about, I grabbed my jacket and purse and headed towards the elevator. As I was fumbling with my purse, frantically checking to see if I had brought my identification card, I ran into something hard. Before I could fall backwards, a large hand had grabbed onto my waist, pulling me forward. Without thinking, I put my hands up to steady myself, making contact with a chest that could only be described as ‘built from solid muscle’. The next thing I noticed was his smell - cologne that smelled like a mixture of lilacs and the sea. As I looked up to see who had just saved me from falling on my ass, I saw his cheshire cat grin.

Carlos fucking Sainz. Playboy of the year and bane of my existence. How Charles managed to deal with him weekly was beyond me.

“You know, cariño, if you wanted to be close to me, you only had to ask. I’m always here for support,” he said with a wink and a voice much to sultry for my liking. His eyes raked up and down my body and I all of a sudden felt naked in front of him, ignoring how my core went a little warm at the attention I was all of a sudden getting.

I quickly straightened myself, removing his hands from my waist. “Carlos, flattering yourself as always I see.”

The elevator door opened and he motioned for me to go in first. I obliged, standing on the opposite side of the elevator as Carlos also entered, slightly smirking to himself as he could see my slight discomfort. We continued the elevator ride down in silence. Every so often, I could feel his eyes look down at me, but I refused to turn and make eye contact.

It didn’t matter that Carlos was probably the most handsome driver on the grid (not that I’d ever tell Charles that), he was definitely the most insufferable. He knew he was handsome, and everywhere he went, girls were throwing themselves at him.

The elevator dinged when it arrived at the lobby and when the doors opened, I quickly bolted out of the elevator and headed to where I could see Charles, Pierre and Danny waiting for me. Danny greeted me with a huge hug – picking me up in the process and swinging me around.

“CONGRATS LITTLE LECLERC!” He announced, putting me down softly.

I chucked and gave him a pat on the back. “What a nice surprise! Sorry to hear about P12 mate, but better luck next race. I think Miami will be your race. You strike me as a Miami kind of guy,” I said with a wink.

Danny chuckled and thanked me. “Yeah, bit of a rough one, but excited to celebrate the first female winner in over 30 years. I could have come P20, and I still wouldn’t have missed celebrating with you.”

When asked to describe Danny Ric, the first thing I think of is the scene where the grinch’s heart becomes so big it grows three times its original size. Danny’s heart was three times the size of a normal person’s heart and he was nothing but love and laughter. I always enjoyed hanging out with him. He was one of the most supportive racers from the moment my seat at Bugatti was announced, constantly texting me congrats and asking if I had any questions. His mentorship was warming and greatly welcomed.

“Well, well, well, the Leclerc family now has two Formula 1 race winners. How exciting,” said Pierre as he gave me a pat on the back and side hug. “Congrats Georgie – mom and dad said to tell you how proud they are of you.” Pierre’s parents had been there through every step of my journey. They had even travelled to see me race Indy Car with my mother during the season I won.

“Tell them thanks, and I hope we’ll all have dinner together in Miami.”

“I’m sure they’ll like that,” Pierre nodded.

As I turned around I heard my brother’s voice. “Hey Carlos, thanks for joining us. It’ll be good to have another Italian speaker around. Lord knows Peaches didn’t pay attention during school.”

I immediately stopped, staring straight at my brother. “First of all, I’m not the one who was caught literally snoring so loud during languages class that the school called our parents because they didn’t believe we were sleeping at home.” Charles laughed at that, remembering all too well the occasion. Our parents had been furious, and somewhat embarrassed.

“Second, surely Carlos has better plans tonight, no?” I said, probably a little too quickly. I could hear Pierre slightly chuckle a bit behind me.

Before Charles could respond, I heard a slight scoff behind me. “Don’t be silly, I can’t think of anything better than celebrating our race winner,” Carlos crooned, giving me his signature smile.

I internally rolled my eyes, but kept my smile plastered on my face. For some reason I couldn’t manage to hide my feelings with the press, but with Carlos, I had no problem. Probably because showing my actual emotion of frustration would mean Carlos would win, and we couldn’t have that – both on and off the track.

And with that, we set off.

We arrived at the club a short time after, all of us piling into the VIP section that had been reserved for the drivers. Off in the distance I waved at Lando and Luisa, who had managed to come just in time to see Lando race. While Luisa and I had only met this year, she had started to become a good friend and I always appreciated her company. They had only started dating last year, but I thought they made an excellent couple.

“Well if it isn’t Sassy Leclerc,” laughed Lando as he waltzed over to our booth and gave me one of his big Lando hugs. “I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed the ending to that press conference. Although next time I think you should switch it up and tell them “no”, give them something actually interesting to write about.” He winked at me, knowing that he was getting under my skin.

I chuckled, shoving him off me. “Very funny, but if you’re looking to give the journalists something fun to write about, maybe you should tell them about how you once got to the paddock without your driving shoes and had to embarrassingly call your mum to bring them to you.” He giggled at that comment, throwing his head back and laughing with his signature Lando laugh.

“No, what I should tell them is the about the time you dressed up as a McLaren mechanic and snuck into my drivers room and scared the living daylights out of me.”

I laughed hard – that was one of my favourite pranks I had ever played on Lando. Lando and I had been friends for well over a decade, and for some reason the prank wars between the two of us had started to get out of hand. To the point where Zak, CEO of McLaren, had banned me in the McLaren garage last year, less he end up with another hamster running around his office.

“I think my image in the media is tough enough, don’t need the media hating me because I scared Britain’s favourite darling boy, Lando Norris,” I grinned, wrapping my arm around his neck and scratching the top of his head affectionately.

“You should have seen the look on Isabelle’s face,” Lily interjected, winking at me and giving me a big hug. “It’s a good thing Georgie won that race – or I think she might have broken the TV when the journalist asked that stupid question.”

“I can only imagine the look on Isabelle’s face – scary probably doesn’t even describe it!”

We all laughed at that. Isabelle had faced her own challenges with the press, and while she had mastered them with great talent, her reputation was known across the paddock. Before coming to Bugatti, she did a stint as Ferrari’s Communication’s Director and the press learned that messing with Isabelle was more trouble than it was worth.

The rest of the night went on fairly smoothly. Drinks were poured and consumed to great lengths. I danced on the dance floor with various drivers, their girlfriends and some of the trainers that had attended too. As the night began to come to a close, I saw Carlos off in the corner by the bar, his hand around what could only be some model that had thrown himself at him. Classic Carlos, no wonder his sponsors were starting to back out. I had overheard a conversation between Isabelle and our Director of Sponsorships once, discussing how Ferrari were trying to get Carlos to hone in his playboy tendencies.

Good luck to them.

As I turned around, I waved to Pierre who was signalling for me to join him in the booth.

“So, tell me, mon cheri, why do you hate Carlos so much?” He mused, staring at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

“I don’t hate him,” I said quickly, trying to hide the disdain in my voice. Pierre just quirked an eyebrow at me, as if to say he didn’t believe a single thing that came out of my mouth.

“He’s just so cocky and self absorbed. Girls throw themselves at him everywhere we go, and you just know he thinks incredibly highly of himself.” As the words tumbled from my mouth, part of me realised how pitiful it sounded. Why should I even care? He was my bother’s teammate, nothing more. And now that I had my own team, I barely had to see him. It’s not like I was allowed in the Ferrari garage anymore – less I steal some secrets as Mattia would joke. I think truthfully, Mattia just didn’t want me distracting Charles, his newest #1 driver. Which was fair, I had once spiked Charles’ coffee with chilli flakes, only to find out later that it was Mattia’s coffee that he had left in Charles’ drivers room. Not one of my finer pranks.

“I think someone sounds a little jealous,” Pierre teased.

I grimaced. “Not a chance. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever date Carlos Sainz.”

He laughed and with that, the conversation ended with Danny and Lily coming over, announcing an after party full of pizza in Danny’s hotel room.

Now that I was into. I let Lily help me up as she linked arms with me, softly humming the closing music to herself.

As we left the bar I saw Carlos heading into a taxi, model in tow. We made eye contact and he winked at me before getting into the back of the taxi. I internally reprimanded myself, annoyed that he saw me looking.

The week passed and I felt more refreshed than ever. After a few days in the sim, I was allowed a couple of days back home in Monaco before we travelled to Miami on the Monday. As Isabelle said, it made sense to head to America early. Not only did I have huge media duties since I had lived there for so long, but we needed to make sure we adjusted to the time change and most importantly – the heat.

Miami 2022

As we arrived in Miami, I had forgotten what the heat and humidity was like. Awful – just awful, as Lily put it. I just giggled at her pulling her hair back, face scrunched up clearly in discomfort from the heat. We had been there 15 minutes, and we were both drenched in sweat. This was surprisingly only her second time in the United States, the only other time being when she raced Formula W at the Circuit of the Americas back in Austin last year.

After we settled into the hotel, Lily and I headed downstairs to grab a drink and a quick bite with Charles and Lorenzo, my eldest brother, who had also gotten into Miami early. We all had to be up early on the Tuesday for race meetings, and I wanted to get myself as accustomed to the time change as quickly as possible.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Peaches,” Lorenzo said, giving me his signature big brother smile.

“Oh yeah, you coming to help me with media training?” I asked him. I wasn’t surprised if he was, Lorenzo was incredibly well spoken and he and Isabelle spent a lot of time in the paddock together, having long chats about my future as a racing driver.

“Something like that. See you tomorrow.”

I frowned, not quite sure what he meant but let it go. Lorenzo had been my manger until I moved to America, and then he became Arthur’s manager. He was always full of cryptic meanings, and I knew eventually I’d figure out what he meant.

The next morning I woke up in a sweat, very much regretting not cranking up the A/C even higher in my hotel room. I took a quick shower and threw on my Buagtti clothing, a nice royal blue polo and white jeans. As I entered the valet area, I saw the beautiful Bugatti Chiron which was waiting for Lily and me. When I started at Buagtti, the team had gifted me a Volkswagen Beetle, which I am sure Isabelle thought to be hilarious. Much to my dismay, we had to earn our actual street-legal Bugatti’s, apparently. Classic Isabelle. But now that we were out and about in Miami, I guess the team felt Lily and I needed something a little more suited for an F1 driver – no complaints here. While I had secretly started to love my little bug, I wasn’t going to turn down one of the fastest street legal cars ever built. We both piled into the car, me at the wheel, and took off towards the temporary Bugatti F1 offices.

As we walked into the offices, Isabelle motioned for me to come to the conference room.

“I’ll see you in a few, Lily,” I said, heading towards the room. What I encountered as I entered the room was not what I had expected. There, seated in front of me, were my brothers, Charles and Lorenzo, followed by Mattia, Hilda, the Ferrari Communications and Media Director, and the one and only Carlos Sainz Jr..

I gave Charles a quizzical look but he just looked away, not making eye contact with me. That should have been my first sign that something big was up. Charles’ biggest tell that he had a secret was the lack of eye contact. It was the one time his charming and personable nature didn’t work in his favour. Charles always made eye contact.

As I sat down Susie Wolff and Lizzie, my communications manager, came into the room and sat down next to me. Lizzie plopped a latte in front of me, smiling slightly, but I could see some concern on her face – as if she was preemptively waiting for me to splash the coffee she had just gotten me in her face.

“So… is anyone going to let us know why we’re at the enemy’s headquarters?” Carlos chuckled, trying to lighten what was starting to feel like a tense mood.

I just turned to Isabelle, who frowned and closed the door.

“Before I begin,” Isabelle said, standing in front of the room, “I want everyone here to know this was not an easy decision, but after chatting with Mattia and our own comms teams, we think is the best course of action. I know that neither of you are going to be pleased with this, but we truly believe this is going to help boost both of your images with the media and more importantly, your sponsors.”

I looked around, curious about who Isabelle was talking about. Was she referring to me and Charles? That couldn’t be right, then why would Carlos be here?

“Well there’s no reason to belabour this – Georgia and Carlos, after much discussion, we’ve decided the best thing for us to do is to fake a relationship between the two of you.”

Before I could help myself, I started to laugh. I’m not entirely sure why, but this seemed so outrageous to me, I figured it had to be a joke.

I started to stand up, moving towards the door. “Very funny Isabelle, did Charles set you up to this? Is this revenge for that prank I did last week?” Before I could get close to the door, Susie grabbed my arm slightly and motioned for me to sit down.

“This isn’t a joke, Georgia,” Susie said slowly as I began to sit down again, panic starting to fill me.

“The F1 journalist community love Carlos – he’s good at working the camera and answering questions, something that you need serious work on. A relationship with Carlos will allow Carlos to join you in some media press conferences, helping to smooth the way when we have hiccups along the road. He has a large swath of social media fans, almost 5 million, and his account can be used to help boost you in the media and fans’ eyes.”

Carlos went to open his mouth, but before he could say anything, Mattia cut in. “And Carlos, your playboy image is putting our Ray Ban deal at risk. They are looking to up our deal this year, but with all your partying and yacht stealing, they aren’t sure you are the best person to represent the brand. Dating Georgia will give you legitimacy that you need and credibility that you are also a serious driver, and not just in it for the social perks.”

Carlos scoffed – loudly – but said nothing.

“No one is going to believe this!” I yelled, gesturing between me and Carlos.

“That’s where Charles comes in,” chimed Lizzie. “People will believe that Charles introduced you two last year and that you have been casually hanging out since. He’ll help sell the story.”

“But what about people like Pierre and Danny – they’ll never believe this.”

Before I could continue, Hilda cut in, “Which is why we’ll hope you will explain to them the severity of this needing to work. Like it or not, the funding for both your seats is at risk. Now we’ve spoked to Zak and he’s agreed to chat to Daniel and Lando, and Lorenzo has offered to chat to Pierre about this. As for the rest of the drivers, we’ll gauge their reaction at the time and then decide on how to react.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was no way the other drivers were all of a sudden going to believe this. I wasn’t sure what I hated more – having them believe that I had settled for someone like Carlos, or having to convince them all to lie for me because I was too stupid to be able to talk to journalists.

I looked over at Charles, who was twiddling his thumbs awkwardly and still looking at anything in the room but me. “You’re fine to go along with this terrible idea?” I asked him coldly, the look of betrayal on my face.

He finally turned to me and sighed. “I’m sorry, Peaches, but they’re right. I finally got you in Formula 1 – we’re living our dream together – I don’t want to lose you because Louis Vuitton or anyone else can’t see that you’re as amazing as I see you to be.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. A perfectly crafted statement from Charles as per the usual. Lorenzo going along with this I could somewhat understand. He was my older brother, but he was also my former manager, but Charles, he knew how this would affect me – knew how much I would hate it.

“This is ridiculous!” I yelled, stomping my foot on the ground as if I was a toddler throwing a tantrum. “I won’t stand for this and I won’t do it. And if it comes to me having to give up my Formula 1 seat then fine – I don’t want it! I’m one of the best damn drivers out there and it’s ludicrous that this is what I have to do to keep sponsors happy – when did we stop caring about driving?”

Before I could stop myself and register what I was doing, my feet had moved me to the door and I was sprinting down the hallway towards my drivers room, tears pouring down my face. I slammed the door and leaned against it, falling to ground and cradling my knees. This can’t be happening, this can’t be happening, I said to myself, over and over again. I obviously didn’t mean what I had said – the truth was, I’d do just about anything, even start a fake relationship, to keep my seat. But why did it have to be with the one driver I couldn’t stand?

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Isabelle sighed, “She’s right you know, this isn’t fair and her driving should be all that matters.”

“But in a world where media and sponsorship pays our bills, she’s going to have to learn to adjust.” Isabelle nodded at Susie. Her race strategist was right and she knew it. Still, Georgia Leclerc had a special place in Isabelle’s heart. Georgia was ferocious and unequivocally one of the best drivers not just of her generation, but of all time. Isabelle just needed sponsors to see that. Georgia reminded her of herself when she was younger. Bold, assertive, and not willing to take anyone’s shit. It’s why Georgia was the first driver on her list when she became Team Principal.

“I’ll go talk to her,” Lorenzo stated, standing up and nodding to the two women. He patted his younger brother on the back. “Don’t worry lil’ brother, she’ll come around. Just give her a day or two of some space. You’re doing the right thing for her and for Carlos.”

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I heard a knock on my drivers room door. “Go away Lorenzo!” I yelled. He didn’t have to announce himself for me to know who was standing at the other end of the door. Charles wasn’t stupid enough to think I’d want to talk to him, and Lorenzo had always been my sounding board for big decisions.

“Georgie Pie, come on, let’s talk,” he said, his voice low and soft.

Against my better judgement I got up, opened the door and motioned for him to come inside. “Feel free to not make yourself at home,” I said spitefully, the pathetic words sounding even worse when they left my mouth.

He chuckled a bit and sat down across from my massage table.

“Look, I know this situation sucks. I don’t know what it’s like to be in your shoes. You’ve had to go through so much more than Arthur and Charles. I have had to watch you work twice as hard to get where you are today.

But Georgia, this is why I think this is a good idea. You know I am your biggest supporter through and through. If you truly don’t want to do this, then I’ll go tell the team, but the truth is – I’m worried for you. Isabelle has let me in on some of the sponsorship conversations, and while it’s unfair, they’re expecting you to be more like Lily. I know it’s wrong, we all do, but this is a short term solution that could help bring you more than a decade worth of races in Formula 1. You have a chance to be the first female World Driver’s Champion. I don’t want to see you lose that dream, even if it means dating someone as frustrating as Carlos.” Lorenzo finished and moved towards my massage table, sitting next to me and placing his arms around my shoulders.

I let a few minutes of silence pass, truly contemplating what he had said. He was right – the bastard was always right. I sighed, drying the tears from my eyes.

“But why Carlos? Was Pierre not free?” I said, a very small chuckle leaving my lips.

“While I am sure Pierre would do it just to help you out, the team chose Carlos because he also needs the good press. You both have something big to lose.” Lorenzo let a small smile creep onto his face.

And there was the truth. We both did have something valuable to lose, and that motivation would help sell this whole fiasco.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But the moment my sponsorship prospects start to turn around, we’re ending this.”

“Agreed.” Lorenzo held out his hand, as if we were about to shake on a business deal. I giggled, and took his hand, shaking it as if we had just reached the deal of a century.

Well, I thought to myself, someone alert the Devil – a cold day in hell has finally arrived.

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loveyougoodbi · 1 month

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Australia unserious serious race overview

If you're new here i decided to do a short recap of each race after it's done on here, mostly for my own sake so I dont forget what happened in each race.

This recap will be less unserious since the results were 😐 not by my liking and I have serious topics to cover.

Bahrain part 1 Bahrain part 2 Jeddah part 1 Jedah part 2

Australia will be 1 part under a cut

1. Ferrari

Oohhh boy. Do I have thoughts.

Most of my thoughts are summed up in this post I made discussing how Charles not attacking was not due to team orders and how attacking would not have helped him. Now I'd rather move on from this since every time I think about who won I want to cry.

I am really pissed off today but not because of ferrari and team orders but because the one time charles is out of the front row in 8 races Max DNFs thus giving everyone else a chance. I know, I know I should want Charles to beat Max on track and that's probably what Charles wants also BUT it does not erase the fact that cs55 is so lucky with his front row starts that he is now 2/2 qualis he was better than Charles in the last 10 races that lead to Max/Red Bull having issues. What kind of luck do you have on your side? And can the rest of us get some?

On the positive side Charles is now closer in the championship to Max than any driver has been probably since Bahrain 2023 lol. And I will choose to look on the bright side and remember that after Singapore Charles obliterated Carlos in every single race and hope that this one sparks a similar fire in him. You got this Charlie.

2. Mclaren

They were good I guess. They had no one to fight with thanks to Mercedes. I feel like they had a slightly better race than the last 2. I will not talk about the team orders since they did undercut Lando with Oscar's strategy in the beginning. So I have.. no opinion on it. Especially since Oscar made a big mistake towards the end that everyone kinda overlooked with everything that happened after. He would not have been on the podium either way. He lost a lot of seconds there I dont remember how much but it was a lot. Lando would've overtaken for sure.

3. Aston Martin

Stroll had an amazing drive here 🙌. I like to hate on him sometimes but not today. Amazing quali amazing drive great points.

Alonsos move in the end? Extremely dangerous to do on a street track surrounded by walls. I'm happy he got the penalty (although I didn't expect 20 fucking seconds????? Idk what is happening with the penalties being so harsh this year but I like it)

4. Red Bull

Poor Maxie. We are so not used to seeing this that it felt like a fever dream. What the fuck happened? And on the race he was supposed to match his streak 😭. Anyway he'll live. At least now he gets to fight Charles (yes I'm delulu what about it)

Perez was invisible. Were RB slow here or is Perez just mid? Well I guess we'll never know (but we can take a wild guess). He could not pass the Mclarens? Really?

5. RB

YUKI TSUNODA THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!!!!! I can not explain to you guys how happy I am with 6 points for Yuki jgjejxjwnd that's insane.

Daniel did ok I guess. He had a more difficult drive too but I only care about Yuki today. So so happy.

6. Haas

Did you guys see this drive by both Haases? Did you see what they did? They climbed the most out of everyone. Both in the points????? How did we get here? I don't know but I love it. Hulk is for some reason growing on me more and more. So is Kevin. Idk what happened. Double points for Haas. Who would've thought. Amazing. So excited for them.

7. Williams

James Vowles I'm in your walls. Men will do nothing but disappoint. Would Logan have done better than Alex? Probably not. Is it okay what they did to him? Absolutely not. And they didn't even manage to get a singular point. Disgusted disappointed and flabbergasted. Was it worth it James? Cos I don't think it was. Wasnit worth it for Alex to lose respect in Logans eyes? I don't think so either. And before someone goes but it wasn't Alex fault. If I was in Logans place I would lose respect for Alex for allowing this to happen I said what I said. I would never consider him on my side anymore if I ever did.

This coupled with Alex saying he'd rather have a teammate that's bad so he can get all the praise? Falling lower and lower. Not yet daniel-lando-carlos level of low, far from it, but still dissapointed in him.

8. Alpine

Woohoo can you believe they are not last on my list for once? They did something guys!!! The thing they did is they are not BOTH dead last. Only Este is. AND no one dnfed. Actually there is not much to celebrate. Next race I guess

9. Sauber

Idk what was in the air in Bahrain but Sauber are getting worse and worse. Zhou has completely disappeared. Bottas had another 1 min pit stop (what is it with bottas and put stops?????) And they were just... they were bad. This is starting to look very similar to last year and they gave me hope for .2 seconds for NOTHING!

10. Mercedes

Damn. Where do I start. So nice of Hamilton to park his car in solidarity of Max dnf ing. We love a supportive king. In all seriousness tho (because this is a serious race overview) Mercedes suck. The car sucks. First engine failure of the year and its their own car 3 races into the season. It's not looking good at all.

George oh my god. On one side it's funny bc this exact same thing happened in Singapore? That's insane? I'm ready to light some candles about how crazy it is. On another more important side, it was so so scary. The placement of his car was so dangerous. His radio was so devastating. I cant even imagine sitting there in the middle of the road and just waiting for a car to hit you at 300kmph without being able to do anything about apart for yell for a red flag and hope they listen. So traumatic. I hope he's okay mentally after this. I know these people are stronger than us and their relationship with death and fear is different than mine but this cannot be easy. God I have tears in my eyes just writing about it. Poor George 🥺

That's it. Thank you for reading. There is not conclusion to this I simply covered everything ND my thoughts on everyone 😌

#from now on i will only do 1 part bc 2 parts is hard for me to keep track #f1 #australia 2024 #australia 2024 overview #charles leclerc

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