formula 1 · british · sarcastic · affectionate · dirty-minded · monaco · celebrity · loyal friend · sassy · mental health struggles
‘I can’t see a goddamn thing. I’m gonna crash,’ I snarl into the radio, my voice frayed and shaking under the engine’s relentless scream. The rain hasn’t stopped since yesterday in Brazil. Qualifying got postponed, scrubbed, rescheduled, and now they’re forcing us to race. The conditions are lethal—a downpour that’s turned the asphalt into a treacherous, shimmering river. We’re driving blind. A thick, gray spray blankets everything, swallowing the world beyond my cockpit. But of course, they do nothing. They never do. All I can see are cars skating like driftwood on the straights, a useless parade of yellow flags flickering in the storm. A hot, tight knot of fury coils in my chest, tangling with the raw adrenaline flooding my system. I take the corners, the car feeling…