A HIT NEW BOMBSHELL ENTERS THE F1 WORLD
Celia Winter, the first woman to ever win a Grand Prix and the woman that almost (by 9 points) won the world championships her second year
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After winning in australia for the first time Celia felt like her luck was back. It followed a 3 week break and then she was already on her way to Baku. She qualified in P2 with only Charles in front of her in P1. So yes she was happy.
The Baku Grand Prix was in full swing, with the iconic city circuit providing a breathtaking backdrop for the intense Formula 1 race. Celia and Max found themselves at the forefront once again, locked in a fierce battle for supremacy.
As the race entered the fifth lap, the tension between the two rivals was palpable. Celia had managed to secure the lead, but Max was hot on her heels, relentlessly hounding her. The two cars weaved through the narrow streets of Baku, their engines roaring in the confined spaces.
Approaching Turn 8, the famous castle section, the duel reached a boiling point. Max made a daring move, attempting to slip past Celia on the inside. Their cars raced side by side, mere inches apart, their tire rubber almost kissing.
In the heart-pounding seconds that followed, the inevitable happened. The two cars made contact, sending a shower of sparks and carbon fiber into the air. Celia's front left tire bumped into Max's rear right, causing both cars to spin out of control.
The Baku Grand Prix crowd gasped as the cars careened towards the barriers. Metal scraped against metal, and both Celia and Max hit the wall with a resounding crash. Their race had taken a catastrophic turn.
"Konrad?" Celia's voice trembled as the dust settled inside her cockpit.
"You're alright?" Konrad replied, his voice filled with concern. "The car, though, not so good. We need to assess the damage."
Meanwhile, Max's radio buzzed with messages from his team. "Max, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Max grumbled. "But the car's a wreck."
Celia's voice came through the radio, strained with anger. "Can you believe that? He just rammed into me! This is getting out of hand."
Konrad responded, trying to keep her calm. "I know, Celia. We'll assess the damage and see if we can get back in the race. But this is getting dangerous."
On the other side of the pit lane, Max's team tried to console their driver. "Max, it was a racing incident. You'll bounce back."
Max's reply was terse. "I've had enough of her dirty tactics. We need to sort this out."
The race stewards reviewed the incident, but it was deemed a racing incident, and no penalties were issued. Celia and Max watched with frustration as the Baku Grand Prix continued without them, knowing that this collision would only further fuel their fiery rivalry.
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