That Max Verstappen, he’s somethin’ else, ain’t he? Always zoomin’ around in them fancy cars. They got these things called “cutouts” now, like big ol’ pictures of him standin’ there. Folks put ’em up, like he’s right there in the room with ya. Weird, if you ask me.
He started racin’ when he was just a young ‘un, barely a sprout. Now he’s all growed up and winnin’ all sorts of races. Seventeen, they said he was! Just a baby. My boy Billy, he couldn’t even drive a tractor right at that age, let alone one of them racin’ machines.
- They say he’s with some team called Red Bull. Guess they make them energy drinks. Never tried one myself. Too much sugar, I reckon.
- He drives all sorts of cars, not just them racin’ ones. Aston somethin’ or other. Fancy names they got.
These cutouts, they’re like big toys for grown-ups. For folks who like watchin’ cars go round and round. Birthday presents, they say. Seems a bit silly to me, but what do I know? Kids these days, they like all sorts of strange things.
He wants to do this race called the Daytona 24 Hours. That’s a long time to be drivin’. Wouldn’t catch me doin’ that. My old bones couldn’t take it. He says he needs more time to get ready, though. Guess even them fancy racers need to practice.
They got all kinds of these cutouts. Different poses, different sizes. Life-size, they call it. Like he’s standin’ right there in your livin’ room. Imagine that! Startles ya, wouldn’t it? Walkin’ in and seein’ Max Verstappen starin’ at ya from the corner.
Folks buy ’em for parties, I hear. Set the scene, they say. Like a movie set. Guess it’s fun for some folks. Me, I prefer a good ol’ fashioned potluck. Everyone bringin’ a dish to share. That’s my kinda party.
These cutouts, they’re just cardboard. Fancy cardboard, maybe, but cardboard all the same. Don’t do nothin’ but stand there. Can’t even talk. My old cat Mittens is more entertainin’ than a piece of cardboard.
Folks say it’s a perfect gift. For fans. Fans of what, exactly? Watchin’ cars go in circles? Guess everyone has their hobbies. Me, I like knittin’ and tendin’ to my garden. That’s more my speed.
They even make custom ones, these cutouts. Imagine that! You could have a cutout of anyone you wanted. Your grandma, your dog, even the mailman. Weird, ain’t it?
Max Verstappen, he’s a busy fella. Racin’ cars, makin’ cutouts. He’s probably got folks doin’ all the work for him, though. Can’t imagine him cuttin’ out pictures of himself. He’s got better things to do, I reckon.
These cutouts, they’re probably expensive. Folks will pay anything for their hobbies. Me, I save my pennies for more important things. Like seeds for the garden and yarn for knittin’.
So, that’s the deal with these Max Verstappen cutouts. Big pictures of a racecar driver. Folks put ’em up in their houses like decorations. Strange, if you ask me, but to each their own, I always say.
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