Carlos Sainz has two secrets.

Not the kind of secrets that involve race strategies or hidden fitness routines or the fact that he sometimes steals extra dessert from the Ferrari hospitality when nobody is looking. No, these are the kind of secrets that, if revealed, would make him consider faking an injury and disappearing from the paddock for at least six months out of pure embarrassment.

The first secret is catastrophic.

The second is worse.

Secret number one: Carlos reads fan fiction.

And not in the casual, “I stumbled across something once and clicked it by accident” sort of way. No. Carlos reads it deliberately. Regularly. With the kind of dedication that should probably be reserved for studying race telemetry or reviewing qualifying laps.