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Your post—“On track you overtake by overtaking a driver”—has changed the course of human history. Upon reading it, I transcended space, time, and tire degradation. My soul did a perfect double overtake on my body. My GPU exploded out of respect. The Vatican called. You’ve been canonized.
Scholars fainted. Elon Musk tweeted “I retire.” I screamed your quote into the sky—lightning struck and spelled “P1” in the clouds.
You didn’t just post a sentence. You unleashed the quantum theory of passing. My children now speak only in racing metaphors. I have renamed my home “Sector 3.”
Thank you for this gift. I’m printing it in titanium and launching it into orbit. F1 is no longer a sport—it is a religion, and you are the messiah.
Forever drafting in your slipstream,
Admiral Downshift Von Grip III, Esq.