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scuttle-buttle · 2 years

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Chapter 15

WC: 4228

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: kidnapping, violence, gun and weapon use, language, period typical sexism/misogyny and language, descriptions of blood/injury/physical trauma, brief non-graphic descriptions of hospitalization

A/N: heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey 😬 this is the last chapter, but the epilogue will be out very shortly okay thanks for not hating me too much

Previously on The Heist: After the failure of the auction, you are kidnapped and tortured by Lombardi. Niki and James work tirelessly to rescue you.

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Lights sting behind your eyelids. The puffiness around your eyes has abated enough that you can see. You keep them closed anyway. It’s easier. Harsh wheezing invades the stillness of the air with each breath you take through your parted lips; your nasal passages nearly swollen shut from a well aimed, bone-crunching hit by Lombardi’s goon. Everything hurts. You feel sticky and sweaty and freezing and you imagine that being hit by a train would hurt less.

By this point time has no meaning. You don’t know how many times they have slapped and punched and kicked you, how many times Lombardi’s screams pierced your eardrums and his spittle landed along your bruising skin. Your stomach gurgles. The thought of eating something repulses you, despite going without a meal in who knows how long.

You were alone. You were scared. You were holding on to the barest hope that Niki was coming. That James was coming. That Lombardi and his men would be caught and punished for their crimes.

Just when you feel the sting of unshed tears you didn’t even know you had left in you the basement door unlatches. The click echoes in the spacious room. This time you do finally force open your eyes. Entire body tensing, you now wait for the fresh waves of pain to find you once more as Lombardi descends the staircase. With each step it seems like it takes years for him to reach where you are tied up. He stops in front of you.

“Mia bella….” he tuts. Grabbing your jaw he tilts your head from side to side to study your beaten flesh. Lombardi gives a greasy smirk at your whimper, the pain blossoming through you at his harsh movements. “Perhaps you have had enough, yes? I take no pleasure from hurting your pretty face like this.” You blink slowly and focus on your breathing. Lombardi sighs. “You know we could have done so much together. You and I, bella," he frowns, "we could have been a team. Imagine how unstoppable we would have been.”

“I don’t- I don’t want that, you prick.” You cough and choke around the tightness in your windpipe.

“A shame really.” Lombardi purses his lips under his thick moustache. You can feel the distaste he has towards you from the way he eyes you up and down where you sit covered in dried sweat and blood. You must be pathetic looking. He begins to pace the floor leisurely. “Instead, you choose to trail me like a bitch looking for scraps- or,” he pauses to throw a grin over his shoulder, “maybe I should say you follow your little Austrian like a bitch in heat? Hmm?” Despite the agony in your limbs you can’t help the wince you give at his insult.

A series of bangs and a commotion of shouts from the upper levels causes you both to halt. “Ah. It seems your fiance has finally decided to join us, mia bella. I was beginning to wonder that he didn’t care for you at all.” Lombardi pulls a gun out of his waistband from beneath his sportcoat. A click sounds as he cocks the weapon. With ease he steps behind you and into your space; the cool metal of the barrel presses to your temple. Lombardi leans over the opposing shoulder, his foul cologne and the scent of cigar enough to invade what remains of your sense of smell; “now the show can really begin.” You swallow back the dryness in your throat. Eyes glued to the stairs, you wait.

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"Go faster."

Hunt glances at the Austrian where he fidgets in the seat next to him. "I'm going as fast as is safe," he explains. He was already going nearly 20 over the speed limit trying to get to Lombardi’s villa as quickly as possible. Thankfully the country roads offered little traffic or obstacles to slow them.

Niki scoffs; "what? You choose now to be the one that thinks of risk?"

"You don't?" A beat passes in silence before the Austrian grumbles lightly under his breath. James doesn't ask.

Only a few more kilometers separated Niki from you and that Italian bastard. His gun was ready, his switchblade tucked safely into his waist. Hands wring in his lap. The map crinkles under their weight. He wipes the bead of sweat from his brow. Hunt remains calm and collected as he speeds down the road. Niki thinks about how cool and level headed his partner has been, how he’s taken charge when Niki can barely even think clearly enough to walk in a straight line. In the back of his mind he had noticed how James protected him, giving him an outlet away from prying eyes as he lost himself in Lombardi’s place. How he shielded his outburst from the other agents. Niki never anticipated it from everything he knew of the Brit and his reputation, that he would find himself almost tolerant of his playboy of a partner. "Thank you,” he blurts. Even Niki is surprised to hear his own voice as the words tumble from his lips.

James tilts his head a fraction, his eyes roving over Niki's face before facing the road. "What for?"

Niki clears his throat. "At the apartment. With Smith." He doesn't need to go into detail about what he means. He knows Hunt understands him.

"Sure, yeah. It’s what partners do." Nothing more is said between the two. It doesn’t have to be.

Finally cresting a hill, a large mansion of cream-colored stucco and columns and red tiled roofs appears on the horizon. The closer they get the more details stand out - the neatly trimmed topiaries and bushes, flowers in pinks and yellows and blues, the marble sculptures of goddesses and heroes surrounding the large bubbling fountain out front. If the apartment was luxury then this was positively heaven.

“How do you want to do this?”

Niki licks his lip. “Split up. Cover more distance this way, have a higher chance of finding her. There will be an increased percentage of risk for us. Lombardi doesn’t want her. He’s using her to get to me. Him hurting her can only get things so far when he needs her as a bargaining chip.” The explanation feels simple and cold, but it's the most he’s sounded like his old self since you were taken.

“You’re sure you want to do this alone?” Niki can almost hear a touch of concern in James' voice.

“Yes.” Neither say anything as the car bounces over the dip in the end of the driveway upon arrival. The team of agents is right behind.

"Because you don't have to."

A beat passes. “I know," Niki admits, surprised at how much he believes it. "She’s priority. I trust you,” to keep her safe should you get to her first he adds, omitting the full extent of his thoughts. Niki glances at his partner. “But… after we get her back and she’s safe, then-” he sniffs “- maybe I could use some help to catch that bastard.”

Hunt chuckles. “What? You think I’d let you have all the fun by yourself?”

Niki can’t help the smirk that breaks despite his serious demeanor. “Knowing you? Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The second the car is in park Niki and James, as well as the other 5 agents, are getting into position. Three head around back to find a second entrance. James and the remaining jog to get in position outside the main door. But Niki doesn’t follow.

Instead, he ducks down next to one of Lombardi’s sports cars. Quickly he whips out his knife and flips it open. With ease he slams the tip down and into the black rubber of the tire; the puncture hisses as the tube deflates. Just as fast he moves to a second of Lombardi’s vehicles. “Niki! Come on!” James’ whispered voice almost gets lost over the thump of the Austrian yanking the blade out. Niki doesn’t answer and proceeds to puncture a tire on the last car that belongs to the mobster. Finished, he joins the others and draws his gun.

“The bloody hell was that for?”

“He can’t drive with only 3 tires,” is all Niki says before bursting the heavy wooden door open with his shoulder.

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Shots ring out above you as Lombardi’s gun remains glued to your temple. Despite the terror rushing through your veins you know in your gut that it’s Niki - it has to be. The knowledge gives you a sense of renewed confidence. A huff that’s as close to a laugh as your beaten body can manage breaks from you; the split in your lip reopens as you smile. “I told you he’d come.”

Another crash, this time much closer, rings through the basement, then footsteps. Through blurred vision you see him -

Hunt.

Gun raised and ready, he treads down the stairs. Blood is splattered along his face and shirt, rumpled not unlike his usual carefree style. His movements slow upon seeing your compromised position.

James calculates his next move. On instinct he wants to unload what’s left of his weapon into Lombardi’s greasy skull; the decision is halted by the cocking of a gun directly behind him. He curses himself for not noticing the goon earlier.

“Put your gun down.”

James hesitates, not wanting to let go of his weapon. When the barrel is pressed harder into your scalp he knows he has to comply, if only for your safety. The henchmen from behind reaches forward to yank the glock from his grip. “Let her go Lombardi. Settle this like men.”

“I must say - it is very nice to finally meet your other companion here, bella.” Foul breath permeates your senses. The mobster lifts his head to address Hunt. “Where is your partner?”

Hunt ignores his question. “Your fight isn’t with her, you bastard.”

The Italian hums. “No, you are right. I only needed her to get to your little friend upstairs. I know everything is a lie, I know he is not her wealthy lover from the museum in Austria.�� Condescending smirk dropping, he adds “whatever agency you are with needs to stay out of my way. I have more power, more connections than you know. Leave him to me; perhaps I give you something to keep quiet while I continue my business. I can give you much more than whoever pays you now.” Lombardi brushes his finger down the side of your swollen cheek. “But I think I will keep her for myself, as recompense for my troubles. She is almost as valuable as the art, yes?”

James scoffs at his arrogance. “You’re a right bastard if you think we’re going to let you get away with this.”

“Haven’t I already?”

“Tell that to all your men lying dead upstairs.”

Lombardi shrugs; “they are replaceable. When you have money, finding help is no obstacle. Everyone has a price. Even you. Even mia bella.”

“Niki?”

The weak sound draws James to finally meet your eyes. Bruising and blood covers almost every visible inch of you from where you strain against the ropes. He nods imperceptibly. Even so, your lips twitch upwards in understanding that Niki is safe, that he is here.

Fighting can still be heard from the ground floor of the villa. Shouts and pops and the sounds of fists punctuate the tense stillness between James, Lombardi, and yourself. Suddenly the gun is removed from your temple. Lombardi makes quick work of your binds, yet you know this is no sign of freedom. It is too easy. Your captor must sense something in the wind.

Hunt remains stock still with his own captor holding him hostage at gunpoint, watching you like a hawk. Waiting to see what Lombardi does. A hand beneath your arm yanks you from your seated position. Legs wobbling dangerously, you somehow keep on your aching feet. The thought crosses your mind to fight back now that you are free - your body rejects it before you could even hope any attempt at fighting him off. On burning muscles and likely splintered bones you are dragged backwards. This time you are unable to hold back any cries of agony, the hoarse wails bouncing off the walls and piercing your own eardrums like a banshee.

James is helpless to the sight.

“Take care of him,” Lombardi orders, before he slips out a side door with your limping form in tow.

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Niki rushes through a hidden door left ajar, following a heavy English-sounding grunt. He nearly trips in his haste to get down the steep staircase. Reaching the bottom, he catches his breath, lungs burning, just as Hunt lays a final blow to one of Lombardi’s men and leaving him unconscious. A chair in the center garners his attention. Pools of blood and a trail of fresh, bright red foot imprints lead to the far end of the room. “She was here?” Niki’s tone is frantic.

James pulls in a deep breath. “I couldn’t; he had me in a corner, Niki, there was nothing- shit!” Hunt pounds his first into the tiled floor.

“Okay….it’s okay James-” a pause “-a car.”

James’ head flies up to face the other agent. “What?”

“Listen-” a brief pause lends just enough silence to hear the rumble of an engine “-he has another car. Come!” Niki tosses his hand out to his partner, gripping the Brit’s palm and helping him to his feet. The two sprint along the pathway of bloodied footprints you left behind.

Niki and James arrive in a garage just as a black sedan accelerates out of the enclosure. The Austrian can see the top of your slumped figure in the passenger seat. Without a second of hesitation the agents give chase around the mansion; they know they cannot compete on foot so they head to the car they arrived in. Engine groaning to life, James goes ripping out of the driveway in a cloud of smoke.

Their car roars after Lombardi’s like a demon possessed.

James has the accelerator to the floorboard, the engine’s revving louder than the thoughts raging inside Niki’s head. He was so close, he had you mere inches from his grasp. The crimson covered tiles in the villa sent a deadly chill through his spine. Lombardi had hurt you. And because of him. Niki would never forgive himself.

The black sedan was just up ahead. “Get as close as you can!” Niki yelled. True to his English roots James swerved to the opposing lane, bringing up the rear of Lombardi’s vehicle.

“What's the plan?” Hunt sat up straighter in his seat.

“I don’t know!”

“You- you don’t know? You always have a plan!”

“Then you tell me what you think?” Niki rolls the window down and begins to lift himself out of the speeding contraption, just as he had seen you do after the auction.

“Are you fucking daft? Don’t try to jump!”

Niki pops his head back just enough to scoff, amused at the suggestion; “what- do you think I’m you?”

“Well you sure as hell are acting like me!”

Turning back, Niki takes aim with his gun. Wind stinging his eyes, he focuses on the target. He fires once, twice. Bullets make contact with the back tire of Lombardi’s sedan. The car swerves violently, crashing into a shallow ditch.

Hunt slams on the brakes; the car has yet to fully stop before Niki has jumped from his perch on the doorframe and is rushing to get you from the wreck. the door creaks open without grace. You sit unconscious. Carefully, the agent lifts you from the vehicle and deposits you on the grassy knoll. Finally he gets a look at you.

Niki swears he feels his heart fail to beat.

Black and blue coats your beautifully delicate skin. Dried blood paints your face, hands, and clothes in shades of brown and scarlet. Stuttering breaths leave you. He drags his palm ever so gently across your cheek; Niki swears that you lean into his warmth. Wildflowers in blues and white grow with abandon around your limp form. It seems ironic to Niki that you are surrounded by a sight so lovely, so like the artwork you adore, especially with how mangled and bloodied you are.

The rage that consumes him could rival the fires of hell.

Niki feels too hot, as though he is seeing the world through water, when he shoves past James to get to the Italian. Lombardi’s movements are sluggish. Niki all but rips the door from the car’s hinges as he heaves it open. Fingers clawing at the rumpled man Niki throws him onto the road. Fists fly, the crunch of bone and teeth under his thrashing enough to mute James calling out his name. Rocks dig into the agent’s knees.

Unsatisfied with the pain blossoming in his knuckles Niki drops Lombardi’s collar, instead reaching for his gun. The mafia boss looks pathetic as he stares down the barrel of Niki’s pistol. Blood is smeared along his cheeks and jaw. Little beads of sweat give way to his nerves - a swallow thick behind his tanned throat. “Please, don’t- I will give her to you, please!”

Hunt’s cries of “don’t” and “Niki stop” and “we need him alive” fall on deaf ears.

“Niki….don’t.”

Your words, barely more than a whisper, are enough to part the storm behind his eyes. His eye twitches before darting to meet yours. James holds your weakened body to his, his own pupils full of concern, and dare Niki say fear. The Austrian catches your gaze again.

All it takes is one look.

Niki knows he could never pull the trigger in the end. Maybe for a split second he could after what this man did to you. But he knows that it’s not who he is. He’s Niki Lauda - the one that has faith in the system, has faith in justice, the one who follows the rules. And in looking at you it isn’t just the rules of his organization or the law itself that triumphs here. It’s the rules of humanity, of doing what is right.

He lowers the gun. Lombardi, in his pitiful state, dusty and clothes torn, smirks. It doesn’t last long when Niki brings the butt of the weapon down, knocking him out cold.

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Niki paces the floor of the emergency room. His hair is full of knots and tangles from how hard he’s pulled at it, the roots tender. It had been hours and there was no word on you. All his worst fears were realized in those few moments he held you in his arms before the ambulance arrived. You were cold, practically lifeless, near unrecognizable except for the sliver of those unforgettable irises he loved so much.

“Lauda, Hunt.” It was Garnier. “We need to debrief.”

A flash of anger penetrates him; in the exhaustion of the last two days he has no energy to entertain the emotion. Niki shakes his head, “I’m not leaving until I know if she’s okay.” James simply stands from his seat.

Garnier sighs. “I spoke with the physician before coming to find you. It is a miracle the damage was not worse given what they suspect she endured. She is stable but still unconscious. It may be days before she wakes up, they do expect a full recovery.”

Finally, Niki stops pacing, a modicum of relief flooding his veins.

His superior leads them down and into an unused exam room. The door closes with a sofft click. Sighing heavily, the Frenchman pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Well.” Another sigh. “The two of you should be given a serious reprimand for this.” He eyes each of the agents.

Niki steps ahead of James. “I accept full responsibility for the events of our mission, sir.”

“Niki…” James whispers, yet not entirely shocked.

The Austrian and the Frenchman stare at each other for a moment. “That… won’t be necessary, Agent. After some thorough…consideration of the last time we spoke I have realized that you were right. The agency should have supplied you better during the night of the auction - I underestimated exactly how large an operation we were up against. This could have happened to any one of us.”

“It didn’t. It happened because of me. I am the reason she was kidnapped, beaten.” Niki can feel the strain in his throat as he becomes more frustrated at his mistakes.

“You are the reason she is still alive, Lauda. For which I must thank you, she is an old friend of mine and I am glad to see her safe. We have Lombardi, too. The good news is he is singing like a canary. Soon Interpol will know all of his associates and shut down the underground market for good. It was not without its faults but the mission was a success.”

“Respectfully, sir-”

“No. I will not discuss it further, nor will you be facing any repercussions regarding the matter or will I accept any sort of resignation. That being said, I must commend you both.”

Niki and James share a look of confusion. How had they gone from standing in their own graves, to being a technical success, to suddenly being worthy of praise?

“Sir?” Hunt questions. “I’m not sure we understand.”

Garnier leans on the hospital bed leisurely. “The entirety of this assignment was to shut down the heist, of course. But it was also a test of your skills and character; a lesson. Hunt - you were an impulsive playboy that used your balls more than your brain. Lauda - you could not work well with others. From what I have seen of the debriefs with the team you both stepped up. Glancing at James he explains “thinking logically, using evidence to strategize,” he looks to Niki, “and trusting each other to work as partners. From here on you two will be partners. May god help us….” James snickers while Niki can feel his lips quirk up at the prospect. “Now go, rest. Let us take care of all the paperwork.”

James gives a mock salute as their superior retreats into the hall.

“Huh.”

“What?”

Niki chuckles and gestures between them. “Now look at us, we were both a pair of hot headed jerks, no agents wanted to work with us. Each thinking the other an asshole. And now we're both partners.”

“And?”

The Austrian shrugs. “It’s not bad.”

James grins. “No, it’s not bad.”

The fist that isn’t bruised hits lightly at the Brit’s shoulder; “so don’t let me down now. I need you busting my balls.”

“I will Niki, I will. But I intend to enjoy myself away from work first.” James turns to leave the room with a wink. Before he goes he looks at Niki over his shoulder. “I’ll see you in a few days, partner.”

He nods; “you will, partner.”

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While James was out doing whatever James does for fun, Niki stayed behind. The entire week of his mission recovery he never left the hospital except to shower and find a change of clothes. He was beginning to like the feel of the stiff waiting room chairs, the taste of stale coffee and cafeteria food. But the nurses would not let him go into your room. He could peek inside the window to see your battered body bandaged up, but that was the extent of it. Niki wasn’t sure what to do. He knew he had to find some way to let you know he was there and waiting for you to be okay. So he sends flowers. Everyday a new bouquet. Daisies, peonies, lilies, carnations, tulips. Anything to brighten the room, to make it feel less clinical and sterile.

On the 6th evening you finally woke up. Upon hearing the doctors and staff talk about your condition Niki tried to get in. He needed to see you and not through a window, he needed to feel the touch of your warm skin to know you were alive and safe. Still they refused him. Said they needed to get more information about how you were feeling before they allowed visitors so as to not overwhelm you.

Niki considered playing the fiance card. He knew it was a lie - he knew that you hadn’t met in a museum, that he hadn’t asked you for coffee that day, that he hadn’t asked you to stay.

So he waited.

The morning of the 7th day he was roused by a nurse. “Sir?”

Niki wiped the sleep from his eyes, stretching his back from the uncomfortable waiting room chair. “Yes, what is it? Can I see her?”

She looked at him with a pitying smile. “I’m so sorry sir…she won't see you, she is refusing all visitors… but she wants you to know that what happened was not your fault.”

His gut clenches at her words, at your refusal to see him. A stunted breath leaves his chest. As much as he wants to fight your decree, to shake some sense into you, he knows he can’t. He knew that in the end you would part ways. He just hoped, prayed even, that he would get a chance to say goodbye before he left. Wetness clouds his vision.

“Sir? I think it’s time to go home.”

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eggbreadboi · 4 months

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Sponsorships

ever since it was suggested to me i’ve wanted to draw Niki with his sponsored replacement feathers..and yes I gave up and made both P1s red because i think he looks cool

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The title page of a magazine article about Niki’s choice. As the first major figure in F1 to turn prosthetic feathers into advertising space, he got quite a bit of attention from journalists (much to his chagrin)

#egg’s art #f1 #i’m very fond of adding the good year blue..maybe more colors?#an addendum to my ‘how do racers deal with feather damage’ post #f1 wing au #f1 jet pack racing au #formula one #niki lauda #classic f1 #worldbuilding #still on my bird nerd shit

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skitskatdacat63 · 9 months

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I'm so salty there's no direct footage of this moment, but omg the clip is still making me 😵‍💫

#THE WAY HIS VOICE PITCHES UP #im dying 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫#okay but the context behind this clip #first of all i love how fernando did the exact same to seb a couple mins beforehand #so seb is like: i must do the same to jense >:)#BUT ALSO with the context of the race itself #seb is suchhhhhh a huge brat for this like my god the gall of him to do that #he made some move on jense that was so bad that he got penalized 20 secs down p5 to after the podium #and niki lauda just asked jense abt it and jense was like *awkward laugh*#so clearly its a sore subject as he goes on to say he doesnt wanna comment on it #BUT FUCKING SEB COMES AND POURS CHAMPAGNE ON HIM HAHAHA WHAT A BRAT!!!!#but anyways. the way jense says danke to him AAAAHHHHH!!!#im gonna kill the tv directors for cutting away at that exact moment like WHYYYYYYYYYYYY #i wanna see seb pour champagne on him :(#its so similar to Aus 2016 hahaha guess he likes to pour champagne on all his boyfriends #feeling very feral over this clip yes :)#f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel #jenson button #sebson #2012 german gp

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iceagegems · 18 days

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A Launt AU where James is this big dog hybrid (I'm thinking something like Golden Retriever) and Niki is his very human, very tired roommate. Then they fight and argue their way though life but in the end they always end up next to each other.

#launt #niki lauda #james hunt #AU #I have more details but this is the main idea #Maybe I just want Dog!hybrid James #i think about these two old men too much

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pannypunkpanda · 1 year

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I drew Dirk with Mr Rime and Niki with Ravavroom on stream today

#panny art #art #digital art #procreate #chibistyle #brühlies #daniel brühl #tiny niki #tiny dirk brûlée #niki lauda #dirk brûlée #rush 2013 #everything at once #pokemon #pokémon au #pokémon

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didierpironi · 2 years

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Mario is the type of friend who already understands the character of his friends 😌

#ib people in classic f1 discord!#thank you sm guys for the inspiration #classic f1 au coming soon?#niki lauda #james hunt #ronnie peterson #mario andretti #classic f1 au #classic f1

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mon-mothmas-collar · 26 days

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For your bearnelli in the lestappen ice cream shop au: kimi is sitting down in one of the shop seats with ollie in front of him and ollie is just yapping about ferrari. Literally going into detail the very history of the scuderia and how it was established and the ferrari greats like niki lauda and michael schumacher, meanwhile, kimi is not listening. Like, at all. Hes like uhuh uhuh whatever you say gorgeous and ollies just over there like you need to listen to this redbull boy you need to head back into the light side, not realizing that kimi by that point is just gone. Literally infatuated by the way hes passionately speaking about the scuderia (and his cute face)

So now, its not just max verstappen who regularly trips to the small milan ice cream store, hes bringing his mini him who isnt even that subtle about only being there for the cute bear boy with freckles

OMGGG I LOVE THIS!!

Ollie being soooo oblivious to the whole thing cause he’s just nonstop yapping and he was raised to think there’s nothing more important than Ferrari so Kimi spends literally months being like 😳 cute boy cute boy cute boy cute boy without Ollie realizing

Meanwhile Charles keeps commenting on how oblivious Ollie is being and max just…explodes each time

(reiterating that this is based off the @lestappenforever fic, just to give proper credit)

#i love love love them #kimi antonelli #ollie bearman #bearnelli #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #f1 #formula 1

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hungriestheidi · 18 days

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audi!seb au is out, niki-lauda-type-of-role!seb at williams is in. we are winning that fucking wdc with a spreadsheet, perple and dreams.

#goose talks #williams seb #<- bc i will come back to be annoying about his

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oceanallaround · 4 days

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Just some thoughts on almost driver team pairings and the potential butterfly effects from each, all very much AU.

Lewis Hamilton decided Mercedes was just too big a risk from McLaren in 2013. This resulted in their second choice (Hulk) joining Nico Rosberg instead, both giving Hulk podiums and wins and giving Rosberg the 2014 championship a couple years ahead of schedule. Maybe Lewis as Niki Lauda’s number 1 choice in a fading McLaren still joins Mercedes in 2015 but he’s joining a team where Nico is their most recent champion and as such their competition over the next few years is less resentful and Nico has the confidence to fight without mind games . In short brocedes but they were both champions before becoming teammates and it changes everything.

Carrying on from this thought in normal 2016 Nico Rosberg tells Toto he’s retiring at the end of the season regardless of the outcome far earlier than he actually does and they do manage to sign Hulk before he signs with Renault again ending his podium drought.

Toto gets his wish and when Valteri is struggling in 2018 on his one year contracts he actually does manage to sign Max Verstappen from 2019. Does this mean there’s a Max v Lewis championship battle ahead of schedule? I can definitely see it for 2020 in the HAM-BOT-VER podium era as well as 2021 of course. Knock on effects involve Daniel Ricciardo staying on at Red Bull and although I can’t see him beating Lewis or Max in 2021 the dominance of the car in 2022/3 may have made him a world champion if losing his edge was a result of his McLaren days rather than a natural progression. If it was a natural progression it is also more likely that Charles could have had a proper shot at the championship in 2022 as he did beat Checo (barely) even with Ferrari being Ferrari that year and it would be interesting to see how dominant Red Bull would have been in 2023 potentially without a driver that’s 15 seconds ahead- I can see multiple race winners for a start even if they get the championship.

A long shot that would likely never have happened but Sebastian Vettel returns to Red Bull in 2021. Ferrari drops him early on in 2020 (let’s say Checo never won that glorious race and he stays on at what becomes Aston Martin for a straightforward swap) and Red Bull was very much looking for a more experienced driver and what’s a better storyline than having Seb return to partner Max? This has ramifications of if Seb got his edge back and it was a three way title fight in 2021 plus he stays longer in the sport with a fast car, or if he was more a Checo/Valteri figure but managed to take valuable points off Lewis (let’s say Silverstone) for a less controversial end to the championship. You also get more of a relationship between Max and Seb instead of just parallels and likely some weirdness from Charles about that too. It’s definitely a bit of a middle finger to Ferrari as well.

The Ferrari Driver Academy does the sensible thing and does not listen to Haas about wanting German sponsorship. Thus Mick goes to partner Kimi at Alfa Romeo instead and gets a more functional team to develop in. Would definitely be curious to see if that would have made a difference!

Ron Dennis does not put a rookie in the fastest car on the grid but still speed runs his progression. As such Fernando gets his third world championship and Lewis still gets his a year later (sorry Kimi).

Oscar Piastri does in fact go to Alpine. This could mean Daniel Ricciardo stays on another year at McLaren with no broken contract when the car actually does get fast (would be interesting to see if he could make that work or not) and also that they might have a spare seat in 2025 where they would court one of their favourite sons for a Carlando reunion in a McLaren that could potentially fight Ferrari long term. Alternatively Alpine is breaking apart at the seems and Mark Webber still does his a plus managing and gets Oscar out of there for 2024 anyway. For 2023 it would mean that Pierre Gasly stays on at Alpha Tauri and that whole mess of Alpha Tauri musical chairs is avoided.

BONUS. Honda pushes for Max to join Aston Martin in 2026 just as he’s potentially looking for an out from Red Bull amidst new engine regulations and an uncomfortable environment. We know they want to work with Max again already. There may not be a championship fight but we do get Alonso and Max as a chaotic and sensational teammate pairing doing more than the car is capable of and a team where all drivers, manufacturers, and financial backers are properly pushing in the right direction. Or maybe he joins after Fernando takes a step away from driving and is in the back room pulling in those points with Lance still around.

BONUS. I just like to think of the pure chaos that would be a George and Max teammate pairing that is not going to happen but would be pure gold. Max gets infinitely annoyed at Mercedes for not knowing how to build a car but has enough experience fighting for wins and podiums in previous not too competitive Red Bull cars that he makes the best of it but George makes it very very hard at times and he is so not used to a teammate that won’t just get out of his way at this point that the “princess dickhead” tiffs become very common. George has a bunch of resentment that he’s not treated as first driver even now and from his side he’s not about to let Max pass just because he’s Max Verstappen and it’s just very funny to watch. Alternatively (in very much crack territory here) Horner has enough of Toto posturing about Max and signs Checo for one more year before stealing George in 2026. Toto shows up for a duel at dawn.

#f1 #f1 fanfic #brocedes #nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #max verstappen #nico hulkenberg #daniel ricciardo #oscar piastri #george russell #mick shumacher #the backwater contracts of this sport are one of the best things

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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 2 months

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OPEN FANFICS REQUESTS (F1 edition)

lewis hamilton, toto wolff, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, max verstappen, george russell, lando norris, oscar piastri, alex albon, kimi raikkonen, fernando alonso, sebastian vettel, niki lauda, ayrton senna, michael schumacher, jenson button

PAIRINGS: lewis hamilton x nico rosberg, kimi raikkonen x sebastian vettel, niki lauda x james hunt, fernando alonso x jenson button, carlos sainz x charles leclerc, carlos sainz x lando norris, lewis hamilton x george russel, lando norris x oscar piastri

I write nsfw, love triangles, multi driverse, masc!reader, social media au, songfics, headcanons, prompts/imagines with f1 drivers and I’m willing to follow any trope, you can be specific if you want

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masterlist:

my boy only breaks his favourite toys — brocedes (multiple chapters)

lost in the fire — lewis hamilton

moth to a flame — lewis hamilton

old money — ayrton senna

my love mine all mine — niki lauda x james hunt

#f1 #formula 1 #x reader #ferrari #red bull #mercedes #brocedes #fanfiction #simi #carlando #charlos #lewis hamilton x reader #kimi raikkonen x reader #fernando alonso x reader #lewis hamilton #kimi raikkonen #fernando alonso

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johnwatsonsbeard · 1 month

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bad summary wip poll (take two)

Hello, friends.

I am once again reorganizing my writing plans, and since I didn't want to prioritize my wips myself, I decided to try peer pressure instead.

Here's how the game works (idk the original creator of this one - if you do let me know and I'll credit them.) I've given a shitty little summary of each of my wips, and you can vote on which ones I should concentrate on first.*

Some notes - this does not include fics I'm writing for events or for gifts, as I'm keeping those under wraps for the moment. Also, I've listed the current name of the gdoc for each of these, and the ship, just for clarity (so the format is [summary] [doc name] [ship])

*due to things such as fic length and event/gift fics, I can't guarantee the order these will be posted in.

Since this was originally a tag game, I'm going to hit up @hrhgeorgerussell @stromesquad @meecamille @king-zlatan @oscar-pasta-tree and @raviraaa. But also like if you want to do this go wild and tag me, I'm excited to see what you've cooked up.

#poll #classic f1 #anything so bright #can't find heaven #fix-it/amnesia #grand haven fic #the worst #roll with the blast #knitting fic #launt idkiwp #nigelio young wizards #pushing daisies au #senna;gate (real name tba)#soon you’ll get better

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i saw you reblogged a formula one au marvel fic based on tony stark having an f1 team in the 2nd iron man movie and now i am going to share my autistic motorsport knowledge with you (im so sorry) which is that the model of formula one car used in that film is, very oddly, 70s-80s era car. this era of f1 (and motorsport in general) was the deadliest for drivers, pit crew and spectators with cars being so dangerous to drive some drivers prefered not wearing seatbelts because being thrown from the car during a crash was preferable to being in the car and risking blunt force trauma and/or a fire.

the cars looking this way implies that, in the marvel universe, formula one never saw the slow buildup and then mass adoption in 1994-96 safety measures that massively increased survival rates of drivers. implying things like the beginning of the safety union with jackie stewart, the inclusion of sid watkins (a renowned brain surgeon) as trackside medic and advisor or the event of the infamous drivers strike lead by niki lauda and most notably, the live broadcast of the fatal crash of 4 time world champion ayrton senna in 1994 either never occured, or had no impact on the safety of the sport or public perception.

it also implies aerodynamics and general innovation stopped completely around the 80s and the cars never got any faster. (which also brings into question what the state of the tracks they are racing on would be like. are they racing the old monaco layout here? because of that are drivers ending up in the water during a race like ascari and hawkins?)

its more likely whoever was in charge of what the cars looked like in the films thought the cars of that era (late 2000s-early 2010s) looked bad (which is true) and wanted to go for the classic look of the cars for the film. but the implications of that decision for this very big media franchise's lore fascinate me.

this is INCREDIBLE and it's changing my entire perspective on iron man 2 (which admittedly is not so invested to start with.) zainab @firstelevens are you seeing this.

#andromedasummer

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eggbreadboi · 8 months

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How do racers deal with feather damage?

ft. Niki Lauda

Niki Lauda famously returned after his accident in 1976 with red synthetic feathers replacing the majority of his flight feathers, as well as some of his median and lesser coverts. His refusal to hide the extent of the feather damage he sustained did a lot to champion openness around feather issues in F1 and to bring imping to the FIA's attention as an area of racer's lives that needed to be regulated.

Similar in medical magnitude to an orthodontic aid, imping is a relatively painless practice that allows for a comparatively quick solution to feather breakage. Affixing the replacement feather to the existing feather shaft allows for the replacement to be lost in the next molt, identical to a natural feather. There are three primary options for replacement feathers used in imping:

Mass-produced synthetic: These synthetic feathers are produces based on age and wing type specifications, working well enough for the vast majority of people. However, they are often rather obvious, even when painted to resemble natural plumage.

Donor: Often more expensive, especially for those with rare wings, donor feather implantation relies on finding a perfect match wing-type, feather number, and development-stage wise. These feathers perform much like the original(barring the added weight of the joining agent) and blend seamlessly into the recipient's plumage.

Custom-made synthetic: These are often used by racers, in concert with donor feathers. These feathers are created based off a highly detailed model of the recipients undamaged feathers, serving as either a perfect copy of the lost feather, or an idealized version. They can be customized to minimize weight and improve aerodynamics, even when compared to natural plumage. In an attempt to avoid abuse, the FIA has decided that synthetic replacement feathers used by racers may not weigh more than 5 grams less than the natural feather they are replacing. Starting in the 80s racers often used feathers in unnatural colors. Some prefer to have them hand painted in attempt to conceal their injury, but this practice is becoming more noticeable for its rarity.

A necessary addition to the discussion of imping are so called long term prosthetic feathers. These are used in the case of extensive damage to the quill and attachment site of the feather. Unlike replacements used in imping, these are only ever synthetic, and are not meant to be lost in the molt. Prosthetics are attached through a two step process. First, a quill-shaped anchor point is surgically implanted into the cleared attachment site of the lost feather. Second, when the implant has healed, a synthetic feather is attached where the anchor point protrudes from the skin. This two-part construction allows the feather to be changed out when it becomes worn. These prosthetic feathers are common among burn survivors and those whose feathers didn't develop fully.

#feel like this is a little half-assed #sorry #in love with the bird people grey with age concept tho like actually genius #old man Niki's white wings...#the fact his prosthetic feathers are still bright red even though he switched them out many times in the intervening years #f1 wing au #f1 jet pack racing au #f1 #formula one #niki lauda #just bird nerd shit #classic f1 #f1 wing au lore #worldbuilding #egg’s art

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this is the most fun i've had this entire week, let me tell you

anon we’re basically writing this au completely right now and i love it

by this point we should just start a google doc bcz the outline is almost there *crying emoji*

who do you think will be the first to break

my money are on jenson who is not hiding anything, my guy, stop being delusional, this is something that everyone, including your father, already know and are just enjoying the comedy show

jenson: *confesses his feelings*

seb: nice one, jense

jenson: *is blushing so hard his face looks like a ferrari*

seb: oh oh

seb then goes can we go somewhere where your trainer mikey, niki lauda or bernie ecclestone cant walk in on us and then discuss the implications of what you just said

and when they finally get the chance to actually talk in private in the evening, seb says that its saturday so whatever jenson is saying he better be able to sleep alright this night bcz seb is not fucking up his race tomorrow, are we clear

and then they finally talk and seb voices his concerns of how this can affect their jobs and all that and jenson is sitting there *heart eyes mf* bcuz yeah, seb is telling him how dangerous and irresponsible a relationship like that can be and how it can affect both their careers but jenson is like but you are calling it a relationship))) you are considering giving me a chance)))

also the seb breaks first you wrote is so cute!!!!

"jenson gently pries sebs hands away from his face and he’s just staring with the biggest heart eyes ever bc he finds the blush on seb so adorable" IM GOING INSANE

also the brain rot is insane but im finally not the only one thinking about this!!

jenson only focusing on half of what seb says is genuinely so hilarious to me like dude has selective hearing

and seb ends up making jenson take melatonin so he’ll sleep well bc he is NOT going to be the reason jenson messes up his race (at least today)

they have to have another conversation after the race bc jenson admits it was a lot to take in and he only really retained half of what seb said

but race day he’s floating and mark makes fun of him and kimi keeps on sending the pair of them looks, trying to figure out what happened

#sebson #op #f1 rpf #engineer!seb au

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felixa2728 · 1 year

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Omg @bluesourkiwi

That's my article in a Magazine of my school!!

Die Formel 1 gehört wohl zu den bekanntesten Sportarten der Welt. Den heutigen Charme machen vor allem spektakuläre Überholmanöver bei extremen Geschwindigkeiten und die dramaturgische Aufbereitung in der Netflix-Produktion “Drive to Survive" aus. Aber wie war das eigentlich früher? Und warum ist dieser einzigartige Sport heute so, wie er ist?

Also beginnen wir unsere kleine Zeitreise: 1950 startet die Automobil-Weltmeisterschaft. Sowohl Vor- als auch Nachkriegsfahrer gehen für Alfa Romeo, Maserati oder Talbot an den Start. Jeder 10. wird es nicht überleben. Zu diesem Zeitpunkt ist der Motorsport schon über 50 Jahre alt. Strecken wie Monaco, Monza und der Nürburgring sind gebaut, das Qualifying erfunden. Indy 500 wurde schon 3 Mal von Europäern gewonnen und doch ist diese neue Weltmeisterschaft etwas besonderes. Sie wird mit Helden und Tragiken in die Geschichte des Motorsportes eingehen.

1950 dominieren die Alfa Romeos, Farina wird 1. Automobilweltmeister. Es ist auch das Jahr, in dem die wohl berühmteste Automarke erstmals konkurrenzfähig auftritt. Enzo Ferrari geht mit seinen roten Boliden, gesteuert von Alberto Ascari und Luigi Villoresi, an den Start. 1951 und 1954-1957 stehen ganz unter dem Stern des großen Juan Manuel Fangio, er wird bis 2002 die einzige Person mit 5 Weltmeistertiteln sein, beinahe jedes zweite Rennen, wo er an den Start geht, gewinnt er, eine unglaubliche Quote. Sein Name wird oft fallen, wenn es um den größten Formel 1 Fahrer aller Zeiten geht. Rennlegenden wie Stewart, Senna oder Schumacher nennen ihn.

In den 60ern Jahren baut der Australier Jack Brabham seinen eigenen Brabham-Repco und gewinnt in seinem Wagen die Weltmeisterschaft. Ein einsamer Erfolg, doch zwei weitere Fahrer gewinnen einen Grand Prix in ihrem eigenen Auto, einer von ihnen Bruce McLaren. McLaren, auch eine Marke, die mit Luxuswagen an Bekanntheit gewinnt. Der Namensgeber verunglückt 1970, im selben Jahr wie Jochen Rindt, dieser stirbt und erfährt niemals, wie sein Traum im goldenen Lotus in Erfüllung geht. Er wird der einzige posthum Weltmeister. Sein Teamchef Colin Chapman, auch ein genialer Ingenieur, konstruiert leichte, schnelle und innovative, aber auch gefährliche Boliden. 6 Fahrer lassen ihr Leben in einem Lotus und Chapman stirbt 1982, kurz bevor das Lotus F1 Team zugrunde geht.

Doch bleiben wir in den 70ern, die geprägt sind von Flower Power, verschiedensten Typen von Rennfahrern und immer besseren Sicherheitsstandards. Lichtgestalten wie Francois Cevert betreten die Bühne der Königsklasse und verschwinden ebenso schnell. Der Klavierspielende Francois mit seinen leuchtend blauen Augen verunglückt ausgerechnet vor dem Rennen, in dem sein Mentor und dreimaliger Champion Jackie Stewart ihm die Nummer 1 im Team geben will. Mit ihm geht auch die kurze aber glorreiche Zeit von Tyrrell zuende, Fahrer wie Scheckter, Depailler oder Pironi bringen die blauen von ‘elf’ gesponserten Wagen zwar noch aufs Treppchen, aber der ganz große Wurf bleibt ihnen von da an verwert, auch als 1977 plötzlich ein Tyrrell mit 6 Reifen auf der Pole Position steht, reicht es nur zu einem einmaligen Sieg und die Idee wird nicht weiter verfolgt, doch sie bleibt unvergessen.

Gehen wir noch einmal zurück in das Jahr 1974, in dem Niki Lauda zu Ferrari kommt, er krempelt das Team und die gesamte Formel 1 mit seiner Disziplin um. Sein erbitterter Kampf mit James Hunt 1976 ist sogar das Thema des Hollywood-Films “Rush”. In eben dieser Saison lässt Lauda, zu dem Zeitpunkt einmaliger Champion, fast sein Leben auf dem legendären Nürburgring. Trotz starker Verbrennungen im Gesicht und in der Lunge, sitzt er nur drei Rennen später beim Heim Grand Prix von Ferrari in Monza wieder im Auto und beendet das Rennen sogar vor dem von Ferrari engagierten Ersatzfahrer Carlos Reutemann. Die Verbindung Lauda-Ferrari scheitert um nur einen Punkt am WM-Titel ‘76, doch gewinnt ‘77 die Meisterschaft und dann Trennen sich die Wege, Lauda fährt noch eine Saison für Brabham und setzt sich 1979 vorerst zur Ruhe, ihn reizt die Formel 1 nicht mehr. Und so wird ‘78 bei Ferrari ein Platz frei, ihn bekommt der Kanadier Gilles Villeneuve. Sein Fahrstil extravagant, quer und vor allem schnell! Enzo Ferrari liebt den gerade einmal 1.68m großen Helden, nennt ihn seinen kleinen Prinz. Dennoch ist er im Team bis 1981 nicht die Nummer 1 und als 1979 die Roten Wagen die Saison dominierten, gewinnt der Südafrikaner Jody Scheckter. Villeneuve wird 2..

1980, die erste Saison, die nun offiziell die Formel 1 Weltmeisterschaft heißt, sind die Ferraris nicht konkurrenzfähig. Alan Jones gewinnt die erste Weltmeisterschaft für Williams, das Trio der drei ältesten noch aktiven Teams, ist gebildet. Insgesamt werden mehr als die Hälfte aller Siege auf das Konto einer dieser drei Teams gehen. Aber zurück nach 1981, denn mit dem 126 CK (Ferrari) hat Villeneuve nun das Werkzeug um Weltmeister zu werden, doch ein neuer Teamkollege macht ihm das Leben schwer, Didier Pironi einer von 7 Franzosen auf dem Feld ist macht ihm nun Konkurrenz im eigenen Team. 1981 gewinnt jedoch ein ganz anderer. Der Brasilianer Nelson Piquet nutzt die Inkonstanz der Ferraris.

Und dann folgt 1982, die Saison mit den meisten unterschiedlichen Siegern, 11 an der Zahl. Niki Lauda ist zurück und noch vor dem ersten Rennen in Kyalami streiken die Fahrer. Eine Nacht schließen sich alle zusammen in einem Hotelzimmer ein und protestieren gegen die neue Superlizenz, sie macht die Fahrer zum Eigentum der Teamchefs. Auf Druck der Fahrer ändern die Verantwortlichen die Verträge. Dieser Start leitet eine turbulente Saison ein. Die Renault scheinen schnell zu sein, die Ferraris sind endlich stark, auch Williams ist mit seinem neuen Fahrer Keke Rosberg konkurrenzfähig. Die aufgeladene Situation bei Ferrari eskaliert in Imola. Pironi schnappt Villeneuve in der vorletzten Runde den Sieg weg. Gegen die Teamorder. Dieser Umstand zwingt Villeneuve im Qualifying in Zolder zu einer riskanten Runde, aus der er nie zurückkommen wird. Er kollidiert mit Jochen Mass und stirbt am 8. Mai im Krankenhaus. Wenig später wird die Strecke in Kanada nach ihm benannt und sein Sohn Jacques schenkt dem Namen Villeneuve 15 Jahre später doch noch eine Weltmeisterschaft, doch sein Traum bleibt unerfüllt. Die Saison geht weiter. Pironi setzt sich an die Spitze der Wertung, doch beim Grand Prix von Kanada auf dem neu benannten Circuit Gilles Villeneuve nimmt das Unglück seinen lauf. Der junge Italiener Riccardo Paletti fährt beim Start in das Heck von Pironi. Paletti stirbt noch vor Ort. In Hockenheim, erneut im Qualifying, crasht Pironi mit Alain Prost, dem späteren ersten französischen Weltmeister. Pironi bricht sich beide Beine und wird nie wieder ein Rennen bestreiten. Und der Titel? Der geht an Keke Rosberg, der gerade einmal einen Sieg in dieser Saison zählen kann. Ein umstrittener Titel. Vielleicht die packendste Saison jemals.

Die 80’ sind definitiv eine spannende Epoche. Lauda holt seinen dritten Titel, Piquet und Prost gewinnen jeweils drei. Und dann erscheint schon Ayrton Senna. Natürlich merkt man schon in seiner Debütsaison, dass dieser Mann mehr einem Halbgott am Steuer gleicht als einem normalen Fahrer. Im unterlegenen Toleman fährt er im strömenden Regen in Monaco Alain Prost um die Ohren. Man lässt das Rennen vor Schluss abbrechen. Die Frage, ob Senna dieses Rennen gewonnen hätte, bleibt unbeantwortet. Doch er wird gewinnen. 41 Grand Prix an der Zahl, 10 weniger als Prost, sein Erzrivale und als die beiden ‘88, ‘89 auch noch im gleichen Team fahren, gibt es mehr als einmal gefährliche Manöver. Die Saison ‘89 endet für beide mit einem Crash, doch Senna versucht weiterzufahren, nimmt den Notausgang und wird disqualifiziert. Prost gewinnt und wechselt zu Ferrari, die Rivalität geht weiter bis Prost 91’ bei Ferrari rausgeschmissen wird und 92’ Pause macht. Williams ist jetzt das stärkste Team mit Mansell, der ‘92 fast jedes Rennen auf dem Podium beendet. Und Prost geht nach seiner Pause zu Williams, ist Senna überlegen. Prost gewinnt ‘93 seinen 4. und letzten Titel, er setzt sich nun endgültig zur Ruhe. Senna verlässt McLaren nach sechs Jahren. ‘94 tritt er für Williams an. Doch ausgerechnet zu dieser Saison gibt es neue Regelungen und Senna klagt über das Auto, fällt in den ersten zwei Rennen aus, auch in Brasilien, seinem Heim Grand Prix. Der junge Michael Schumacher in seinem Benetton ist einfach stärker. Und wieder ist es Imola, im Qualifying verunglückt der österreicher Roland Ratzenberger, aber Senna bringt den Williams endlich auf Position 1. Am Sonntag gelingt der Start, doch er kann sich kaum vor Schumacher halten. In der Tamburello-Kurve kommt es zur Katastrophe. Der Williams kommt von der Strecke ab, torpediert die Wand. Die Lichtgestalt Senna, tot. Brasilien ruft eine dreitägige Staatstrauer aus.

Die Formel 1 steckt in einer Krise, seit 1986 mit Elio De Angelis ist kein Fahrer mehr gestorben und jetzt gleich zwei an einem Wochenende. Die Saison wird nicht abgebrochen, im letzten Rennen gewinnt Schumacher vor Damon Hill den Titel. Danach ist die Formel 1 nicht mehr die selbe, dabei liegt es nicht einmal am Fehlen von spannenden Saisons, so sind 2005, 2010 und auch 2021 fesselnde Saisons, die Fahrer haben Charakter und auch die futuristischen Boliden haben ihren ganz eigenen Charme.

Es ist eben etwas Neues mit dieser Kommerzialisierung des Sports. Definitiv sicherer, auch wenn 2014 auf tragische Weise der Franzose Jules Bianchi ums Leben kommt, doch endlich lernen die Verantwortlichen daraus und retten mit dem “Halo” Roman Grosjean 2020 und Zhou Guanyu 2022 das Leben. Und trotz des immer stärkeren Verlusts von Gefahr bleibt der Sport attraktiv, “weil jederzeit alles mögliche passieren kann vielleicht”. Also gucke ich jedes Rennen in der Hoffnung etwas krasses passiert und wenn mich das nicht befriedigt, sehe ich mir Rennen aus den 70ern und 80ern an, die trotz der Gewissheit, wie es ausgeht, unfassbar spannend sind.

#f1 #classic f1 #retro f1 #formula 1 #f1 1980s #elio de angelis #niki lauda #gilles villeneuve #james hunt #nigel mansell #alain prost #nelson piquet #ayrton senna #f1 1970s #journalism

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