The Dream In F1 I Charles leclerc I Horsechanic

The bet

It is now race day again and all horses are ready to go crazy. Horses are crazy. Challels ass is out and shining bright in the sunlight. I brush it gently with a brush, making the last minute fixes before the race starts. The donkey smiles. We are ready.

The stadium plunges into darkness as the race begins. The exhilarating rush of the competition sweeps through the air, the thundering hooves echoing off the grandstands. This time, Challel adopts a more measured approach, driving cautiously, an unexpected shift likely because of his previous concussion – a fact that Y/N is yet unaware of. On the other hand, Cable exhibits a fearless, almost reckless style, pushing the limits. The Perrari team shouts. They are happy. Bando Borris get pushed off the track by Cable already in the first turn on the first lap. Papaya-fans are pissed off, and so is Bando Borris.

In a shocking turn of events, Tax Vonstappen, displaying an astonishing lead of 7 minutes and 10 laps over the other racers, abruptly comes to a halt just shy of the finish line. The crowd erupts into a frenzy of confusion and anticipation. What could possibly explain this sudden pause? The answer emerges in the form of Christian Horny, who, seemingly indifferent to his own safety, dashes across the track clutching a McDonald's bag. His two distressed children trail behind him, a chaotic mix of tears and queasiness. Their heartfelt pleas: "Dad, a cheeseburger, please! Why does Tax get all 17? You haven't fed us in weeks!

Christian Horny's do not care as he inches closer to Tax. He has renamed both his children Tax Vonstoppen, more exactly Tax Vonstoppen 2 and 3, aligning them with the race leader he wishes they were born as. The bag is handed over, containing the precious cheeseburgers. As Tax receives the bag, he momentarily removes his helmet, inviting Christian to share this mealtime break. Amid bites and laughter, they hug and Christian says "You are my favorite child", as his biological children cry in the background.

"There was a bet backstage, that the winner of this race has to date that ugly girl from Perrari" Tax says. His honesty shines through as he shares his reluctance "It is okay Tax, where are gonna sit this one out. I couldn't stand dating her either. She is ugly" Christian answers. Together, they decide to gracefully bow out of the dating spectacle, and only come second place today.

And Cable Heinz has won the grand prix! He screams in happiness. It is the first time someone other than Tax has won during the last 11 years. Some people in the crowd faint because they are so shook.

As I looked into Cable's eyes, I felt an undeniable spark between us. It was like a moth being drawn to a flame - I just couldn't look away from those deep, puppy-brown eyes. It was clear he was celebrating something more than just a race win. His excitement was palpable as he inched closer, breathing heavily. Sweat glistening on his forehead, he pushed his shiny locks away from his face. As he passed me, he threw me his jacket and said, "I'll see you in the garage later," with a wink. I felt a rush of anticipation as I watched him walk away.