Oh boy, Verstappen in Bahrain was like watching a cat try to navigate through a maze of mousetraps. Seriously, delays at both pit stops? One because of the pit-lane traffic light? The other was some wheel fitting drama. Total chaos! At one point, I kid you not, he was running dead last. But somehow, like some sort of racing wizard, he sneaks into sixth place right at the finish, snagging it from Gasly, bless his heart. The last lap, no less! Can you imagine?
Verstappen couldn’t stop talking about how the sizzling hot weather and the track’s rough surface were like a double whammy for Red Bull’s already buzzing issues. “This track just smacks you harder with balance problems ’cause the Tarmac is, like, the track from aggressive-ville,” he says. The wind was like this mischievous ghost, just messing with the already slippery track, making everything, I dunno, bigger.
And let’s not even touch on his weekend-long battle with the brakes. He mentioned feeling like he was using marshmallows for brake pads or something. It was that kind of weekend. They tried switching up the car setup like a thousand times but ended up going nowhere. Maybe they’re cursed? Who knows.
Then there’s this whole 2026 thing hanging in the air. Verstappen says he’s cool, like a cucumber about his future. New rules, new chassis, new engines – it’s like the sport is getting a makeover straight out of a sci-fi movie. Who will be the king of the hill then? Nobody knows, but everyone says Mercedes is chilling at the top of the engine mountain right now.
Toto Wolff’s practically shouting from the rooftops he wants Verstappen on his team. They had a little chit-chat last season, nothing this season yet. It’s like a soap opera, really, full of intrigue and whispers and “What ifs”. Wonder how it’ll unfold? Seriously, it’s like binge-watching a series and waiting for the next episode with snacks in hand.
