Seed, you bugger, you made me spit take all over my desk at work! Well Done ten internets for you!
Professional Historian/Semi-Retired Drag Racer/Whiskey Enthusiast
"When I was still racing, I never once thought 'Oh, I can't damage the car here'." - Jolyn Palmer
Me either Jolyn, maybe that's why we're both out, eh?
Wow, so Perez can drive on water after all. (10 points for whoever can guess the reference first )
Martin Brundle wrote:Perez, who’s only stopped once and the others have felt the need to stop three times. Can the boy walk on water as well?
10 points for me, please
Mitch Hedberg wrote:I want to be a race car passenger: just a guy who bugs the driver. Say man, can I turn on the radio? You should slow down. Why do we gotta keep going in circles? Man, you really like Tide...
Mitch Hedberg wrote:I want to be a race car passenger: just a guy who bugs the driver. Say man, can I turn on the radio? You should slow down. Why do we gotta keep going in circles? Man, you really like Tide...
'Is YOUR Hamster too fast? Does it screech around the cage like Aryton Senna? Doesit ever stop to cool down? If so, then don't fear- HELP IS AT HAND. Buy NEW Forti-Diet Hamster food today! Guarranteed to make your hamster fall foul of the 107% rule, paint itself a ghastly shade of yellow, and allow itself to inevitably be sold to a suspicious Irish consortium*!'
*WARNING:Hamster may catch fire after consumption. Badly.
Mitch Hedberg wrote:I want to be a race car passenger: just a guy who bugs the driver. Say man, can I turn on the radio? You should slow down. Why do we gotta keep going in circles? Man, you really like Tide...
"Here's Johnny! You pack of badminton playing ponces need to grow a pair. In my day we never had gadgets like the PlayStation 3, all we ever had was a SNES and a blond bastard called Johnny Herbert."
"Here's Johnny! You pack of badminton playing ponces need to grow a pair. In my day we never had gadgets like the PlayStation 3, all we ever had was a SNES and a blond bastard called Johnny Herbert."
Shizuka wrote:"Here's Johnny! You pack of badminton playing ponces need to grow a pair. In my day we never had gadgets like the PlayStation 3, all we ever had was a SNES and a blond bastard called Johnny Herbert."
Arnoux : Johnny, you blonde haired bottom gravy stain. In my day we never had the SNES, just black and white dots whizzing down the screen and a turbo charge master called Rene Arnoux.
<@Ataxia> these people are making a mess of their crepe suzettes
mario wrote:I'm wondering what the hell has been going on in this thread [...] it's turned into a bizarre detour into mythical flying horses and the sort of search engine results that CoopsII is going to have a very hard time explaining ...
What plans does the evil Mr. Maldonado have for this weekend's Italian Grand Prix? Will our heroes from race control be able to stop, before he can inflict serious damage? Tune in next time, for a new episode of "The Race Control". Same time, same channel!
He had done it. Finally. In his mind, he was transported back to the start of the weekend.
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Alonso had fallen ill, a virus of some kind, what, he did not know, but all he did know was that Nando could not drive. Ferrari called on him to fill in. He was determined to do well. Perez, replacing Massa, had won the last two races, so the car was good. But was he? The Emperor expected. Maranello expected. The tifosi, gathered round their televisons, expected. The Old Man, watching on with great pride from the Great Paddock In The Sky, expected. The rest of the paddock grinned with uncontralable mirth as he stepped into the car. The last time he was in this situation, the Iceman had won, while he pottered around at the back with the Toro Rossos. Everyone doubted him. Who in their right mind would predict him to do well after that?
Of course, he accepted the role in a heartbeat. He could not decline - to drive for his team, his passion, was irresistable. He motivated himself in the back of the garage. Queit. Peaceful. He thought, he could do this. He could. And he would. With that, engines up and down the pitlane revved - qualifying had begun.
He climbed into the car, unrealistically calm amidst the weight of the expectation and the noise. But he was determined. Q1 and Q2 went by without anything too spectacular, 5th behind Hamilton's Mercedes in Q1 and seventh behind Guttierez's Sauber in Q2. He wasn't happy with what he'd done. He needed more, the world expected more. Without moving a muscle, he gathered his thoughts in the cockpit between Q2 and Q3. He imagined the course in his head - the lines, the gears, the throttle positions. 5 minutes of Q3 had elapsed - Ferrari engineers had allocated one run, and one run only. He went out to the track, focused. Perez had gone fastest, and was out of the car already. What could he do to match that?
The lap was perfect. Every corner came together perfectly. For him, the edges of the track became blurred. Time slowed down. The hum of the Ferrari V8 faded from his ears, to be replaced by the sound of his heartbeat. The line between the possible and the impossible, the reality and the fictional, the limit and beyond, disappeared. It was him and the machine - together, as one, setting the timesheets alight. The line approached and passed underneath the car in an instant, almost un noticed by him. He was pratically unconscious - mentally drained by his lap, his flight of fantasy.
Martin Brundle was speechless. Stefano Domenicali was speechless. Vettel spun off after trying to match that time. Perez, disgruntled, annoyed, slunk back to the motorhome. He had been beaten. By a seocnd. One second. Tifosi erupted in clebration around the world. He was on pole, and boy, could he not beleive it. He, Luca Badoer, was on pole, for the Korean Grand Prix
pasta_maldonado wrote:He, Luca Badoer, was on pole, for the Korean Grand Prix
TO BE CONTINUED...... [/i]
You, you.... You just managed to actually make me cry.
On topic: one of russian F1 fans wrote a short yet very emotional text about Luca, whom I'm very biased towards. I will find it, translate it and share with you, because it's something worth reading.