I’m sitting here thinking about this whole situation with Max Verstappen and that rogue towel. I mean, have you ever had one of those days where it’s like, “Did that really just happen?” Well, that’s exactly what went down during FP2 at the Hungarian Grand Prix.
So, Verstappen, out there doing his thing on the track, suddenly has to toss a towel out of his cockpit. Seriously, a towel of all things! He was like, “No way am I letting this thing mess with my pedals.” And honestly, can you blame him? Imagine it getting all tangled up — sounds like a bad movie plot, right?
Picture this: Max veers to the side of the track and hurls the towel toward the grass verge. Just casually littering, but for safety. He figured the stewards would get it, and thankfully, they did. It was either chuck the towel or risk it messing with the race. Tough call, yet oddly simple.
Of course, Red Bull got a slap on the wrist. Like someone left the towel in the car by accident. Who hasn’t forgotten something silly like that though? Anyway, the stewards issued just a warning. Could’ve been worse. At least it wasn’t, like, a wrench or something hard — just a cottony misadventure.
Now, about the rest of the day for Verstappen. Yikes. Fourteenth on the leaderboard? Not what you’d expect, right? He was over a second behind Lando Norris. I think we’ve all had days where nothing clicks — the grip, the balance, the stars aligning — none of it worked for him. It’s like the car had a mind of its own.
He was pretty candid about it. Almost refreshing, in a “let’s figure this out” sort of way. Meanwhile, McLaren seemed like they were channeling some rocket-fueled magic. Let’s be real, no racing driver wants to be just hanging out in P14.
But hey, Verstappen’s not one to back down easily. He mentioned needing to dive into the data, figure out what’s up with the car. ‘Cause let’s face it, the guy’s used to fighting for podiums, not aiming to crack the top ten.
Was it a bad day at the office? Absolutely. But in race terms, it’s just one of those moments you look back on and maybe laugh. Or shake your head. Or both. So yeah, that’s the scoop. Or at least my take on it.
