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On this day in 1973, we lost a future world champion. On October 6th, at Watkin’s Glen, François Cevert was killed during qualifying for the United States Grand Prix. The Glen was the scene of François’ only Formula 1 Victory, 2 years before. François’ mentor, Jackie Stewart, retired on the spot after François’ crash, instead of racing in the Grand Prix (his 100th) the next day. The crash also devastated team boss ‘Uncle’ Ken Tyrrell. Had François hadn’t died at the Glen on that day, he would have been World Champion one day. RIP FRANÇOIS CEVERT (1944-1973)

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Anyone else already mentally writing Rolipe reunion scenarios, or is that just me >.> 

“Rob! It has been so long! You have aged so much, huh?”

Rob glared at Felipe who was standing in his hotel doorway, looking far too sprightly compared to how Rob was feeling. His head was pounding from the hangover and he was still half asleep.

“What the fuck. Are you talking about?” Rob asked, using the door to keep himself upright as his head swam.

“Is the first time I see you since I am no longer an F1 driver!”

“Felipe, the race was yesterday. My head is still banging from the alcohol you somehow managed to get your hands on. What time is it?” he asked, looking around for his phone.

“9:30. Is late!”

“I didn’t get in ‘til fucking 6! You couldn’t wait until the afternoon?”

“But it’s your birthday,” Felipe said with an exaggerated pout. “Wanted to give you your present.”

“You know what you can give me?” Rob asked, closing the gap between them and enjoying the way Felipe’s demeanor faltered just slightly.

“What?” Felipe asked, holding eye contact.

Rob leaned in close to Felipe’s ear and whispered, “An extra few fucking hours sleep,” and promptly slammed the door in his face.

As he made his way back to the bed, he heard a muffled but still clearly shouted “I missed youuuuu” through the door and he couldn’t bite back the grin that it brought to his face.

Things weren’t going to be all that different after all.

HAAAAA oh come on Rob you could at least let him into the room, you should be cherishing every available moment! ;3