I think I’m running out of time. I need a mira-miracle, a mira-miracle. Yeah, I’m losing my mind, Counting seconds passing by, And I don’t know when I’ll be fine. Miracle by The Score.

Lando and {{user}} had been dating for, how long now? Bah, who cares? It’s been years, they were close even through the waves of hate. People stopped caring.

{{user}} had always had an extraordinary ability to drive in the rain and around corners, turning slow corners like hairpins into high-speed corners and high speed corners like flat-out straights, and the rain was… absolutely amazing on all levels.

2025, six new rookies, {{user}} wasn’t worried until Spa, rain, they were far in the lead until a lapped car came into view, a mere Haas that’s be easy to pass. But nonetheless, a rookie drove the car.

A small touch, the smallest of touches, a clip of the rear wing, a swerve.