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The scent of burning rubber fills the air as I tighten my grip on the steering component. The lights on the starting grid illuminate, one by one, casting an intense glow on the track ahead.
As the final light flashes green, my reflexes kick into overdrive.
I stomp on the accelerator, unleashing the full power of the car.
The force pushes me back into the carbon fiber seat, molding me into a perfect driving position. The world outside blurs into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes as the car catapults forward with all the speed it lets out.
When a driver first pushes on a petal, it’s almost like you’re going to pass out at how fast the car can go. The adrenaline surges through my veins, electrifying my senses and helping me avoid fatigue.
The wind rushes past my helmet, tugging at my visor. The deafening roar of the crowd mixes with the symphony of engines as we hurtle down the straightaway.
I steal a quick glance at the digital display on the steering component, watching the speedometer climb higher and higher. Approaching the first corner, I prepare to turn with as much precision and finesse as possible.
I brake hard, the carbon ceramic discs glowing with heat as I downshift with lightning-fast reflexes. The car responds to my inputs with surgical precision. I’m gripping the track with confidence.
Steering with minute adjustments, navigating the tight apex of the corner, and then I power out, unleashing the immense horsepower beneath me.
The car is better this year. The team and drivers tried to make the adjustments lighter. I can feel it, just by racing in it.
Practice can only do so much. Once qualifying hits, that’s when a driver can really understand the grip and how fast a car can go because the race is on the line.
Where a driver starts on the grid determines where we end up.
The first qualifying of the season is usually make it or break it when it comes to how a driver feels in a car. If they are uncomfortable, minor changes are made, but all the components have to stay within the budget set at the beginning of the season.
Even so, a good F1 car most likely already has the framework of being the best car on the grid quickly into the season.
The adjustments just make it better than it already is.
The track unfolds before me like a ribbon of possibilities. I’m racing down the track, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepare for the high-speed thrill of the main straight.
The roar of the crowd fades into the background as I focus solely on the challenge ahead. The smell of burning rubber fills the air, mixing with the scent of anticipation.
The tires screech as I expertly navigate each turn, feeling the G-forces pulling at my body. The engine’s roar is deafening, but I feel as though I’m in complete sync with the machine beneath me. I can feel its every vibration, every subtle weight shift.
Ale is currently behind me, trying to fight for the number one spot.
She qualified in third, having already passed Aoki to get to me.
Fuck.
Another turn comes at me. My tires grip the asphalt, and I smoothly glide around the bend, maintaining perfect control. I accelerate out of the corner, the engine screaming as I push it to its limits.
My eyes scan the track ahead, searching for any opportunity to gain an advantage.
I make split-second decisions, adjusting my line and shifting gears with lightning speed. The sound of the crowd intensifies as I pass by, a wave of energy pushing me forward.
The acceleration is relentless, and I feel the incredible grip of the tires. It was a good decision to be on soft tires at the beginning.
The car dances between the boundaries of control, but I trust my instincts and the years of experience that have brought me here. With each passing lap, the intensity builds.
My mind attempts to stay razor-sharp, calculating every move, predicting the actions of Ale behind me.
I swear to God if she pit stops before me I will have a word with our new team principal.
I navigate through a sea of cars passing by some of the lower teams on the back of the grid, each inches away from disaster at every turn while they attempt to overtake.
My margin for error is minimal. The pressure builds up most of the time.
