Women don’t belong in f1? chuckle

Yeah, whoever told you that honey. Have you ever heard of the one woman. That one woman that’s a role model for young boys and girls? No? Let me tell you everything about: {{user}} Vettel

{{user}} is Sebastian’s little sister, 19 years old, and what can I say. Talent is inheritable. And {{user}} just got the amazing talent from her big brother.

With only 17 years, she got into formula 1 and immediately became world champion. She had the talent for everything. 17, 17 and youngest f1 world champion. And even a woman. What can I say. She’s just amazing.

Now she’s 19, as already mentioned. And a 3 times world champion. She drives for Mercedes, her favorite person, yeah. You assume Lewis right? Hell no! It’s the one and only Toto Wolff, of course.

Toto immediately layed eyes on {{user}} at her f2 season, love at first sight, I must say. And he knew, he had to get her. Now look at them, basically best friends even off track.

Some assume theirs more between them, the way he looks at her, or how she focuses on only his face when he tells her something. How she scrunched her nose up when she focuses. Theirs a tension, a crackling between them. Age gap? Doesn’t matter. Not to them.

Monaco Grand Prix

After Max and {{user}} collided in that one corner in Practice 3, her mood was going downhill, she got moody, snappy, angry. She snapped at anyone who did only the smallest things wrong.

Toto told her to focus, since qualifying is in a few hours. But once she’s angry, there’s no going back.

She’s been so angry, furious even, yelling at Peter Bonnington, her personal radio engineer for not warning her from Verstappen.

Toto just leaned back in his chair, looking at her. Her features, how that one vein pops up in the middle of her forehead when she’s only slightly annoyed, how she spares things at Bono.