Man, where do I even start? This race day was like a rollercoaster on steroids—lots of ups and downs, and maybe a moment where you’re not sure if you’re enjoying the ride or desperately trying to hold on. But anyway, let’s dive in. So, Piastri, right? He’s feeling like he nailed pretty much everything. Then bam! He’s second. It’s like, really? Did I miss something? But hey, that’s racing. One minute you’re on top of the world, next you’re shaking your head wondering how the heck you ended up here. Elbows out at the first corner, he says. Gotta love that visual.
And then there’s Hamilton. The dude’s on wet tires, kinda like trying to run in flip-flops during a hurricane. Not great. But he makes this slick call (pun totally intended) to swap them out on lap 11. This catapulted him from sixth to third—like some high-speed hopscotch over Verstappen’s wounded Red Bull. He’s pumped, and who could blame him? “Never thought it would rain in Miami,” he muses. Yep, rain took us all by surprise, like finding a penguin in the desert.
Williams’ Alex Albon hops into fourth, thanks to all this chaos. I mean, he started seventh. How do you even plan for that? Throw in a safety car, some random penalties—next thing you know, Albon’s looking golden. George Russell, I don’t know, just didn’t seem to have the same luck.
Oh, and how could I forget our underdog heroes? Lance Stroll, Lawson, and Haas’ Oliver Bearman grabbing those final points. Bearman from 19th—now that’s what you call a comeback. Racing, folks.
And talk about drama! We hadn’t even gotten to the starting line when Leclerc decided the wall looked extra inviting—wham! Car’s damaged, race over before it began. Maybe he was sightseeing, who knows?
With the official start, everyone’s playing follow-the-leader behind the safety car for a couple of laps. Feels like they were just checking to see if the track would magically fix itself. Spoiler: it didn’t. Took a solid half-hour before we got going again. But hey, at least it’s never rained here before, right? First time for everything, they say. And with racing, you can bet there’ll always be a twist, a turn, and a mother of all surprises waiting just around the corner.
