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Ayrton Senna and Alain Prost | 1989

Does it ever drive you crazy …

… just how fast the night changes?

sebastian vettel bowing down to senna's car, imola gp 2024

f1 + txt posts = true 9.0

Something I don’t think we talk about enough is the fact that Ayrton’s last meal was with Alain. And to this day Alain is publicly selfish in admitting he was glad it was him Ayrton had lunch with before the crash, and not anyone else.

Like- jesus.

Not gone,

just gone ahead🌟

just one lap ahead

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alain prost on the death anniversary of ayrton senna

Gentleman choice.... F1 Ayrton Senna

seb drives senna's mp4/8 during the 2024 imola gp

Sebastian Vettel Driving Senna's Historic 1993 Mclaren MP 4/8 2024 vs Sebastian Vettel F1 2013 Indian GP

It always strikes me as odd, especially now with all of the teams specifically posting in memory of Ayrton Senna, how everyone is content to forget about Roland Ratzenberger who passed away due to a crash in qualifying just the day prior.

Senna would not have wanted this.

Thank you to Sebastian Vettel and everyone else participating in today’s tribute for remembering Roland too … a lot of social media admins have a thing or two to learn from that.

hi !! can you do headcanons max verstappen X senna’s daugther!reader?

thank uuuu

hii !!! if i were to imagine senna's daughter!reader she would be so talented. she isn't a driver because of her built up trauma. (im fully aware that the timelines don't add up, don't add logic into it <3) she is an aerodynamic engineer, mainly responsible for making the car. she is secretly in love with speed and racing.

max and y/n met when they were just kids. max was a menace on track and y/n was terrified of racing. she saw speeding cars as a reminder of her father's passing. being good friends, y/n has a tradition of kissing max's helmet as a feeble attempt to keep him safe.

they started dating in 2019, and have been together ever since. y/n being the absolute genius she is, continues to work in redbull and delivers top of the line car designs leading to the dominance as seen on track.

max leaves a single, perfect red tulip on y/n's desk every race weekend, a silent promise to return safely.

y/n hides little notes in max's helmet before qualifying, each one a technical insight phrased like a love letter.

max, despite his aversion to early mornings, wakes up before y/n on important presentations to make her breakfast, his way of calming her pre-work jitters.

y/n, who finds airplanes stressful, uses a calming app max downloaded for her whenever they travel together.

max, after a particularly grueling race weekend, finds y/n curled up on the couch with a book about aerodynamics. he joins her, listening intently as she explains a new concept she's been working on, his full attention the sweetest victory lap.

max knows how deeply the lack of a father figure affected her, causing under-confidence and a constant need of validation. max knows this and never stops giving her words of affirmations.

everyone of the grid adores y/n. they see her spirit and her beautiful face reflect senna's in so many ways. max is fiercely protective of y/n, often defending her from questions about her father and his death.

y/n hates jos verstappen from the bottom of her heart. she is not scared of yelling at him when he berates max. she whispers affirmations into max's ears after a bad race (which was rare but not impossible)

when max crashes, y/n is the first to suffer from the highest intensity of a panic attack. she shivers and trembles until max gets out safely. after the crash in 2021 with hamilton which caused max to fall over in the medical center, y/n angirly stormed towards the cheerful hamilton, shouting angrily.

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the smile evaporated as y/n marched towards him. it wasn't a walk, it was a storm surge. "congratulations? you call pushing max off the track at 200 mph congratulations?" her voice, usually calm and collected, was a tightly leashed fury. lewis blinked, his smile morphing into something defensive. "it was a racing incident, y/n. we both went for the corner." her voice cracked. "racing incident? you call leaving him stranded on the gravel, risking his life, a racing incident? do you have any idea what it's like to watch someone you love walk away from a fireball?" the room held its breath. lewis's face paled. "y/n, i…" "no, you don't," she cut him off, her voice thick with emotion. "you don't get to pretend you know what it's like to see your dreams vanish in a cloud of smoke. you don't get to understand the terror of every single corner, every single race because you haven't lost anyone on this damn track!" tears welled up in her eyes, blurring the accusing stare she fixed on him. "max is more than a rival, lewis. he's a friend, a teammate, a human being. and today, you gambled with his life for a trophy." the silence stretched, suffocating. finally, lewis spoke, his voice devoid of its usual bravado. "y/n, i… i didn't…" "you didn't think," she finished the sentence for him, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "just like some people never think about the consequences of their actions." turning on her heel, she stormed out of the room, leaving behind a stunned silence and a champion stripped of his celebratory air. as y/n reached the red bull garage, she found max emerging from the medical center, a sheepish grin on his face. relief washed over her, so strong it brought her to her knees. max rushed to her side, his concern a warm balm on her raw emotions. he held her close, whispering reassurances into her hair.

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"We went to a McDonald's in London because Adriane (Ayrton's girlfriend) was suddenly craving a burger from there, so we got into the restaurant and went to the cashier, the cashier looked at me and said 'I know this guy who is with you, he is famous, right?' 'Do you know him?' I asked. He thought for a while and said. 'Oh! He is a F1 driver, right?' And Ayrton was with that look on his face like I'm being recognized, he loved it, but he pretended he didn't like it. Then the guy says 'Yeah, he won the Monaco Grand Prix, he is Alain Prost!' I almost died laughing, Ayrton's face was absolutely white, I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or tell Ayrton not to kill the guy. But thank God he was with good humor since he won the Monaco Grand Prix so he didn't do anything but he left the place all grumpy. 'Wow, I won six times in Monaco, a difficult race, and the guy calls me Alain Prost…' It was the funniest thing."

Betise Assumpção, former advisor of Ayrton Senna.

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