"we're just mates. teammates. that's what they tell the cameras,

that's what they tell zak, that's what they tell t...

"you ruined my sector two three laps in a row."

"then keep your eyes on the screen, osc."

"you take up half the couch, osc."

"yeah, well. plenty of room right here if you stop complaining and sit down."

we stay up and fight 'bout the childhood lie

that we both had the courage to leave.

"thank you, everyone. first of many, hopefully."

he sounds half-asleep on the world feed radio, calm as ever.<...

he did everything right. he waited his turn, drove the wheels off backmarkers, played the polite company man, and bled silver for years—only to watch someone else lift his crow...

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he spent the whole season being wanted for the papaya suit, the points, the...

they never call it a church at the front door.

they call it applied philosophy. mental telemetry. study technol...

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one garage. twenty-four weekends of trying to ruin each other's qualifying laps.

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2nd — O. Piastri (96%)

Older brother, restless soul, lie down
Lie for a while with your ear against the earth
And you'll hear your sister sleep talking
Say "your hair is long but not long en...

calendar invites for things he won't name out loud
six-figure terms just to keep from being known

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i don't pay for nothing, baby, people pay me.

louis out the window, and 310 in the mirror.

resting heart rate: 168 bpm. core temperature: 39.9°c.

pupils blown black. jaw locked shut. legs jerking against th...

we stay up and fight 'bout the childhood lie

that we both had the courage to leave.

three hundred kilometres an hour in papaya fireproofs.

cold eyes on the broadcast. soft pink lace cutting into ...

first it goes over your head on the podium. warm, sweet, stinging your eyes.

then it goes in a crystal flute at the s...

the table is set. the guests are waiting.

a folded piece of paper in your palm: burn after reading this.

Feel the morning on my face
Ain't a pill that I didn't take
Just alive tryin' 'cause it's been a long day
'Cause I'ma sleep when I R.I.P

"Now I remember why I had such a crush on you in high school."

"No, you didn’t."

the lights go out. the radio clicks open.

twenty-four races. eleven teams. one seat.

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CREATE YOUR OWN SCENARIO — OSCAR PIASTRI (2026 SEASON)

clink, clink. cheers. hope it's everything you wanted.

tell us. what's it like over there? who have you met?

linen shirts, silver arrows, and a championship slipping through his fingers.

twenty-four races. your story, your rules.

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CREATE YOUR OWN SCENARIO — GEORGE RUSSEL...

twenty-four races. lights out to chequered flag.

your story, your rules.

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CREATE YOUR OWN SCENARIO — OLLIE BEARMAN (2026 SEASON)

Whether you're ano...

you used to punt him into the tyre barriers in the pouring Essex rain.

now he's standing in the Monaco garage, blus...