It began, as so many absurd things do, with a rain delay.

Silverstone, 2025.

The sky had cracked open as if personally offended by the audacity of F1.

The race was suspended indefinitely. Drivers scattered...some to motorhomes, some to sponsor events, some to nap in the quiet hum of their own thoughts.

Max Verstappen and Carlos Sainz, however, ended up in the Red Bull hospitality unit.

Max had been fiddling with a tablet, replaying onboard footage from an earlier session, his brow furrowed like it always was when things didn’t go exactly according to his internal physics engine.