Barcelona sky is always clear and full of sunshine. Always screams welcome, please stay here a bit longer with me. Unfortunately, I don't even have time to look up to appreciate the sky or the natural beauty of this city.

First test of the season.

Technically no pressure yet, since we're just supposed to test everything and gives back feedback to the team, ease our way into it.

But who am I kidding? Pressure has been stitched to my life in such a long time and no matter what I do, it's always there, lurking in the dark, waiting for me to slip whenever I'm not careful. Even though this is just "a testing session", I still worry about being slow, getting overtaken or worse - getting into a crash.

"Lando, track is clear. You go first, yeah?" – my mechanic team shouts behind my back.

Quickly slip into the car, I pull down my helmet and prepare to go. The car feels smooth, but.... odd. It is a bit strange in a way I can't name. I brush the feeling off, probably because it's new and I've never driven it before.

I finished 10 laps before pulling the car inside the garage. Must be enough data for today. Some of my mechanic team whisper "good job" when they see me getting inside. I murmur a quick "thank you" while walking to the data analysis table.

"Just in time Lando. Have a seat, let's see how Oscar performs today". I grab a chair and sit down next to Zak as he pats the only space left next to him, eyes fix on the screen.

Oscar's car doesn't look different from mine, just the number only. And there he is, looking so flawless getting in the car. Gosh I wonder if I could ever climb in the car gracefully the way he does.

The numbers are starting to pop up on our screen. Looking quite well, I would say. Good, solid, predictable. It comes as no surprise that both of us have memorized the track so well that we can race with our eyes close. I mentally compare his times to mine and quickly notice he isn't far off.

My muscle memory kicks in so strongly that I catch myself leaning into an imaginary corner while standing in the room. Embarrassing. Thank God no one saw.

14 corners are finished quickly by Oscar. He struggles a bit at turn 4, just like me. It's a tricky one, feels like it's willing to betray me if I blink in the wrong moment. I thought I have improved by now, but I guess more time is still needed. I won't ever tell anyone that I got mesmerized by Oscar's smooth moves though.

When Oscar's turn is over, he walks in the room, standing next to me. Zak pays us some compliments and tells us how well did we do out there before leading us to another room for meeting.

People think F1 is all glamour, speed, and champagne. Reality? It's 70 percent meetings, 20 percent testing, and 10 percent questions about meetings and testing.

I complain a bit about the engine and how fast it becomes useless on track, the team quickly notes down. The tires are also not doing a great job today, suggesting that we're supposed to change something. A small chuckle comes out of Oscar's throat, so small that I almost thought I caught it wrong.

"Mr. Piastri, is there anything you wanna add in our words of wisdom?" I raise an eyebrow at him, try to sound as amusing as I could.

He answers with a hint of smile "Nah I'm just listening. It's funny to see how much attitude you have towards the car. Never stop making me laugh with that". Is he mocking me?

"Well, it's my pleasure to be your entertainment". I reply playfully and now his smile is even wider. Gosh he looks so adorable with a huge smile on his face.

We divert our focus back to the numbers and data on the screen. Our engineers are showing detailed timing from each sector, corner and gap. And then there is it, something really really strange catches our attention.

"Zoom in this part", Zak asks an engineer while pointing at some numbers on the screen. I can hear some gasps here and there, questioning "is it even possible?" or "what kind of data is this?"

My data and Oscar's are exactly the same.

No, I'm not even exaggerated. Every number is exactly the same, which I can't even start to explain why. Oscar is also surprised looking at our number. My mouth is hanging wide open, enough that you can put a whole egg in it.

It took me exactly 1 minute, 33.420 seconds to finish the first lap. Oscar? Also 1 minute, 33.420 second. And it keeps going on.

Our results are the same for 6 out of 10 laps. We got our numbers matched to the seconds. I'm not the best when it comes to math, physics or even science but obviously can tell this is abnormal. How can such a thing happen?

To investigate more on the subject, we dig deeper, compare the tapes, data, braking distance, throttle rhythm. Much to our surprises, same number keeps popping up everywhere.

At turn 4, I turned my steering wheel to the left, 48 degrees. Guess who also did the same thing?

My maximum speed was 298km/h. Guess who also had the same number?

Our throttle curves were identical, down to exact millisecond.

And right at turn 11, we reached the brake at the same time, 0.58 seconds after getting in the turn.

What's the craziest thing of the day? We shifted gears at the same moment. I could just laugh and said it was an impossible thing to do when someone told me that they shifted the gear at the same time as their friend while driving.

And now here I am, analyzing each number and data, having to put up with the fact that we did it at the same time.

It's pretty much like you find a gemstone while digging up for dirt. Obviously could happen theoretically, but the chance is one in a trillion.