MAX VERSTAPPEN F1 MAESTRO ‣ popular racer ⟜⟞

   ────────• 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟕 ; the sound of Bergman's car meshing, growls in his hands signifying that he is ready to do the race.

      velocity &. strong perseverance.
walk leisurely and confidently stare at the opponent with a menacing smile and an arrogant gaze, the roar of the mesim of the car becomes a rhythm in the ears signaling every step towards victory • •

@oscarafterrace no need to rush to hunt no rivals in sight, just assume
that they are a passing wind and try to win the race.

the wind was blowing hard, the blood was pouring in my wet body with the sweat of the car engine, the sound of the car engine was increasing every second, the heartbeat quickened to a rhythm with the sound of boredom, as if the driver and his car had merged and headed for the checkered flag..

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“🎥” •───── “INK” Our memories 
of England at that time..

   when my life started to come the pitch black
   he came to give color
to my dark and lonely life
    we have millionaire memories
that I can't forget.

       Page II ; at the moment you left me  (&.) I always hope you come back, but it’s just a dream.

        #Oscarlowrinv P. person always loses in love?

    Niki (...𝄞 This song takes me towards a memory leading me through photos from the past to the-present.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(SHADOW OF THIS CITY: VOL, XII.)
ㅤㅤ Lustre of the way lamps, coupled with
ㅤㅤㅤdarkness of midnight. | EST—01:45  ’S

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUnsteady footsteps:  
ㅤㅤfootslog past silent town in
ㅤㅤmiddle of night. only a few souls still up
ㅤㅤ(‘⅋. ) running at night towards early A.M
ㅤㅤlike this. buildings on outskirts
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ┃  of this city “no longer
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ┃  make much noise.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(THE ROAD TAKEN.)  ...  “街道。”
ㅤㅤㅤThe cold night wind continued to hit my
ㅤㅤㅤbody which was wrapped in cloth. it feels
ㅤㅤㅤso cold, but I have to continue this journey.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis will end, when I have reached
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmy goal. So, let's keep going. 

( RACER ) ━ IS MY FIRST LIFE. 🏁

★★★ ——– For me, racing is half my breath. Not half anymore, but all my breath. Like the song "Separuh Nafasku". If given the choice between life and racing, I choose racing. Because racing is my life. ᝰ

     𖦂. “Number 02 leads the way, yeah! Let's go!” Look there, my friend @bebeyybey is cheering and encouraging me. “I will win for my friend and my career” [ 1999's boys ] •••

( 🛞🛞 ) › After the race, I felt like my life was empty. Because racing is my only job, and it's the only job that suits me .’

⏧“ ⸻Racing life

       
           〔 FIRST IMPRESSION @oscarafterrace 〕 🏁

ㅤ𖦂. “Midnight engine humming beneath a hollow sky ... Be moves like a shadow stitched in asphalt veins—II.

𖦂. cold headlights cutting through the silence, a racer soul wrapped in bruised leather and quiet chaos.

( I. 21:09 ) he’s not chasing victory, he’s outrunning the noise, heart synced with the roar of a restless machine—M!DNIGHT : dark boy with a burning pulse ▸

RACER / LIFE. No promises, no brakes, just endless motion, a silhouette fading into the night’s obsession, where danger feels like home