stupid opinions don't shape a person's value. while the haters are busy with their keyboards, the people who actually know him, the people who work with him, his colleagues, his mechanics, his engineers—they respect and love him.
2019 abu dhabi gp | lando surprised perf engineer andrew jarvis with a helmet design ahead of his final race - nov 29th 2019
oh no meee shoes
nside joke turned into something way more meaningful. jarv designed a pair of shoes for lando on powerpoint (no less!) and when lando opened them on his twitch stream, everyone who was there could see the emotion on his face as he realized the thought and effort behind the gift + jarv was there, screenshotting the whole thing and then he posted it on his ig
jarv was gone for 3 years and when he finally came back to mcl f1, lando managed to secure p2 at the singapore gp making it their first podium together.
there's always this weird echo chamber online, there's always that underlying assumption that just because ppl on twitter dot com hate on him, everyone else must be on the same page. well, the ones that matter the most are not on the hate train.
They weren't even children's books, they were a collection of books about the great civilizations of history.
Thats it. No more kimi and ollie in prema. No more silly little bearnelli challenges. No more holding the other around the waist and use the excuse of 'im going to fall'. No more 'its ollie, and its kimi'. No more giggling manically at something the other said that wasnt even very funny. No more random hugs. No more getting hit in the face with whipped cream on birthdays. No more getting tickled by rene whenever doing something cheeky or a prank. No more 'i love you'. No more 'he is my best friend'. No more driver and engineer therapy. No more actually being taller than someone for once. No more being the tallest out of everyone. No more climbing on tires and being scared of getting hurt. No more sitting on the floor after a bad race and talking about it while being upset. No more 'mate you said you studied it!!'. No more casual air-kisses. No more 'kimi! Kiss me!'. No more 'bad race for me, but congrats to @kimiantonelli/@olliebearman!'. No more talking about what is love while blushing and giggling. No more 'his best feature is his lips..'. No more showing eachother hilarious little tiktoks and cackling over them. No more 'eh eh eh eh eh!!' In prema videos. No more casually reposting an edit of us on tiktok. No more standing as close together as possible even when there is a lot of room. No more hugging around the waist while riding on a scooter together. No more height difference kings. No more bearnelli.
Dear Lando,
words cannot describe how proud I am of you. You fought well when everyone was against you, I am glad you didn’t let others decide your capability and I know this year was just the start. Keep smiling and know that your fans love you and will always have your back. This year you gave us a glimpse that you are an excellent driver in budding and the coming years will be a real fight for others. coming 2nd, I know it’s not won but lost, but you rose from an inexperienced rookie to a world champion contender.
for many more wins and future and my future champion, lots of love and don’t be disappointed because this is just the start of a journey of a world champion 🏆
I want to write something for Max winning but I can't focus when Jenson looks SO GOOD😩
ollie and kimi sitting on the floor of the prema driver’s truck after their last feature race debrief watching as every engineer and mechanic filter out for the last time from the place they were raised. No more Prema Party’s. no more floor is lava. No more birthday pies in the face. No more Pedro or Rene or Carlo. They’ll never film another lap or stupid challenge. They just have each other and the last dwindling few minutes they can spend as kids before being told to leave
“my child is fine” your child wants to marry multiple fictional characters
nothing scares me more than a canucks third period
I honestly don't know how to express everything I'm going through right now.
I remember being about 6 years old and seeing that boy with messy curls and a catchy smile, how even through a screen he transmitted his love for the sport to me. Now at 20 years old seeing him leave feels too much.
I'm going to miss him so much. I hope you have many more adventures and enjoy the butterflies.
Thank you very much Daniel.
Who needs coffee when this is the first thing you see in the morning
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS