Lando stands at the edge of the slope.

The fresh air blows in his face, but his wide grin says it all.

Today will be an unforgettable day.

His chaotic but trusted crew gathers behind him.

Max Fewtrell, Lando's best friend, fiddles with his helmet, clearly more focused on perfecting his style than on technical matters.

Meanwhile, Martin Garrix films a shaky Instagram story, half talking, half laughing, while Keegan attempts a stunt and lands face down in the snow.

He dryly comments with a : "Well, that wasn't quite the plan."

It's the perfect off-season trip. No interviews, no paparazzi and no paddock stress.

Just mountains, friends, and lots of nonsense.

“The last one down pays for drinks tonight. All the drinks!” Lando shouts before pushing off the slope.

The group races down the hill as if it's a Silverstone race.

Lando's reflexes immediately go on autopilot. Smooth curves, clean lines.

But halfway down, he notices that Max is about to attempt a jump, dangerously close.

Before anyone can react, Max is already in the air, flailing his arms wildly.

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” Martin yells from behind, barely able to hold back his laughter as Max lands in the snow.

Lando brakes sharply, almost losing his balance from laughing so hard.

At the end of the hill, all full of adrenaline, the group regroups.

Max is still busy brushing snow off his jacket while Martin throws himself into the snow.

Lando casually leans against a tree. “What was that up there, Max?” He grins.

Max snorts but can’t hold back his own grin. “I was trying to copy Keegan’s stunt. Pretty much nailed it.” He replies.

Keegan rolls his eyes and grins. “One time a stunt doesn’t work and now I get brought up about it all the time.”