While everyone else was tiptoeing around Spa’s soaked tarmac like it was a minefield, Oscar Piastri went full send through Eau Rouge, passed his teammate like a missile, and never looked back.
It took rain, chaos, and the stewards doing steward things, but Lando Norris finally sent the Silverstone crowd home happy Sunday.
If you thought the Austrian Grand Prix might be one of those relaxing, snooze-worthy Sunday drives through the Styrian hills, think again.
George Russell took his first F1 win of the season Sunday like a man settling an old score—clean, precise, and just smug enough to remind everyone why Mercedes keeps him around.
Oscar Piastri won the Spanish Grand Prix Sunday.
On the tight, glitzy streets of Monte Carlo—where passing is as likely as spotting a sensible yacht—Lando Norris finally did it.
If Max Verstappen’s performance at Imola had been any cooler, the Red Bull garage would’ve needed snow tires.
There are days when a Formula 1 race unfolds like a Shakespearean tragedy: full of drama, betrayal, and men in tights.