I’m not above making a deal with my woman.
“If you win the race by more than five seconds, I’ll let us both out of our misery tonight,” I swallow hard at her words.
Well, if that isn’t the best motivation I’ve had in a while.
“Make sure you’re ready, baby girl. You’re going to need all your energy tonight.” I give her one last lingering kiss before lightly smacking her ass, sending her on her way.
She looks over her shoulder at me, blowing me a kiss before leaving the hotel lobby and heading to the waiting car outside.
Game on, princess.
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I’m sitting in my car, waiting for the red lights to go out, signalling the start of the race. The engine is roaring, and adrenaline is coursing through me.
When the lights turn green, I stomp on the gas and blast off from the starting line. I maintain my lead during the first lap, checking my mirrors.
The initial laps of an F1 race are usually chaotic. During these early laps, cars are close together and have the best chances to pass and move up the grid.
As the race progresses, positions tend to stabilize, making it harder to climb.
“0.8 seconds ahead,” my race engineer updates me through my earpiece.
By lap 5, I’m over a second ahead of the car behind me. I keep my focus and stay on track.
By lap 15, I’m three seconds ahead.
By lap 25, my lead exceeds 5 seconds, and I can’t help but smile thinking about Jessica.
Being an F1 driver means staying focused throughout the race. Anything can happen, a crash, a weather change, a bad pit stop, and so on, which means you must remain at your best the entire race.
Lap 35, and I’m leading by over 10 seconds. Our pit crew did an amazing job, as they almost always do, but I’m especially grateful today.
Lap 45, and I’m ahead by fourteen seconds. When I cross the finish line on lap 53, my race engineer is on the radio.
“That is P1, and the championship lead is on. Congratulations, mate—what an amazing drive you delivered today.” I smile, thinking about the reward later tonight.
“Well done to the whole team. What an incredible weekend; we’re in the position we should be. Thank you, everyone.”
When I’m sure the drivers behind me have crossed the finish line, I ask what my winning margin was.
“You were flying out there today; the winning margin ended up being 17.88 seconds.”
I smile.
Jessica better be ready.
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When I get out of my car, the only person I want to see is Jessica, but as expected, she’s nowhere in sight.
I can’t wait for the day I get to celebrate with her; hopefully, it will be soon.
I celebrate with my team; everyone is cheering and celebrating a strong team effort.
Then it’s time to cool down with the other drivers in the top three.
Peter had a small crash and was knocked out on the fifth lap, whichmakes my lead even stronger since he’s been the biggest contender so far this season.
