F1 is finally back after the long summer break, and so are we. This week’s live stream gets rolling with a little game: is it a George Russell insult or the name of a bird? (Harder than you think.) From there we dive into the latest silly season chatter, including the rumored Cadillac driver lineup that has us raising eyebrows. And of course, we look ahead to the rest of the season with some bold, probably wrong, predictions.

It’s the return of racing, a reset of the grid, and a reminder that while IndyCar is fun, it just can’t quite fill the Formula 1–shaped hole in our hearts.

With the Formula 1 summer break in full swing, The Fast Ones goes off-script for a laid-back live stream. There’s no set agenda—just Max and Mike talking motorsport (and whatever else comes to mind) while the world’s fastest sport takes a breather. Expect speculation on what to watch for when F1 roars back, driver and team predictions for the second half of the season, and some honest talk about why IndyCar, fun as it is, just doesn’t quite scratch the same itch.

It’s part casual hangout, part motorsport therapy session—perfect for fans needing a fix before lights go out again.

This week on The Fast Ones, Max and Mike dive headfirst into an unexpected but glorious mashup of 80s music nostalgia, steamy racing fiction, and of course, the Hungarian Grand Prix.

The episode opens with an ode to Toto—yes, the band—followed by a deep dive into their hidden connection to Michael Jackson's Thriller, and the math-rock genius of 80s studio bands. From there, things take a sharp turn as Max reveals his "book of the week": Overtake My Heart, a Daniel Ricciardo-themed erotic novel that's somehow both hilarious and unsettling—and might just have been written by the Honey Badger himself.

When the tire smoke clears, the guys break down the Hungarian GP: Lando’s redemption win, Oscar’s quiet dominance, Charles Leclerc’s cryptic radio messages, George Russell’s whiny post-race meltdown, and Aston Martin’s mysterious return to form. There’s also love for Ollie Bearman, speculation about Lewis Hamilton’s future (is he retiring or just dropping merch?), and a passionate defense of Haas—the only F1 team you really need to root for.

It's part racing analysis, part fever dream, and all gas, no brakes.