Lewis Hamilton Calls Saudi Arabian Grand Prix a ‘Horrible’ Experience

So imagine this: Charles Leclerc on the track, doing his thing. He sneaks up on George Russell like it’s some sort of automotive hide-and-seek. Not kidding—while everybody’s eyes are glued to the screen, he’s taking the long scenic route on those medium tires. Why? Because that’s just how he rolls to snag that last bit of podium love.

Leclerc, bless him, feels they’ve squeezed every drop of potential from his car over the weekend. Like, literally nothing left—no spare juice hiding in the trunk. Okay, that was a bad metaphor. Anyway, he’s saying qualifying’s got him feeling all sorts of meh because wrestling with car balance has become an Olympic event at this point.

And get this, he feels pretty Zen with the car’s quirks, like they’re tight buddies. Still, even with this bromance, the car’s kinda limited—it’s no magic carpet in qualifying. Which is, you know, a bummer because no one’s trying to relive high school failure flashbacks by lagging behind Red Bull and McLaren, right?

Then, you’ve got Ferrari. Oh, Ferrari—they just brushed the constructor’s championship last year, like the shy kid at prom too nervous to ask anyone to dance, hoping for bigger things this season. Only, McLaren and Red Bull got their glow-up moments during the winter break. Old story, right?

Our driver here says they’re nibbling right at the heels of race pace. But funnily enough, when you’re racing on a track—free and breezy spaces determine winners. Qualifying? Essential, folks! Yet Ferrari’s having the kind of qualifying challenges that feel like they’re playing a never-ending game of ‘fix one thing, break three others.’ Imagine me rolling my eyes right here.

And it’s these quirks—sometimes, a few corners eat up time, messing up their groove for the rest of the lap. Yet in a twist of fate, today’s race gives some glimmer of hope in the first sector. A head-scratcher, really.

Naturally, they’ve got to get all detective on their car setup, like uncovering a mystery novel. Instantly. Like, Stat! Because 50 points behind already? Ugh, that’s like someone telling you the vault’s open but they’ve lost the combo. Leclerc’s not stressing over it it… or maybe he is. I mean, who’s counting down from a calendar that’s been too harsh with those digits?

So here’s hoping the sleuthing seals the deal before they drop more points—Charles isn’t ready to be the ‘almost guy’ this season. He doesn’t say it—oh, but his drive does.