In Love With Formula 1

Part 2

When I got back to my apartment I saw that Norris had already texted me all the information and I found out he got a grid pass for me as well. I totally was not freaking out or anything. I hadn't been to Grand Prix since I was little at Silverstone. To say I was excited was an understatement.

I texted Norris back with a simple "thanks :)"

I immediately put my phone down and made a cup of tea. Being a Brit abroad was tough when no where did decent tea, so I was always ordering it from the UK for a ridiculous cost. It was always worth it though because you cannot beat PG tips tea. Once the kettle boiled and i had made my cup of tea I walked out on to my small balcony that had a view right down to the harbor.

Now that I had the whole weekend off of work, I was going to walk around the iconic track tomorrow morning just to remember the track a bit better and figure out what line the drivers would take. Whenever I was at a track during race week I enjoyed walking around the track, only street circuits obviously because i never fancied breaking in to anywhere.

When it started to get a bit darker I threw on a massive jumper that had food stains down it and was this horrible shade of brown, but I loved it because I got it when I 15 maybe and I had never 'grown into it' as my mum loved to say. So with this massive ugly jumper on and some warm fuzzy socks, I lit a cigarette and sat watching the sunset until it completely disappeared below the horizon. I am an occasional smoker but recently I have been getting back in to bad habits like smoking and drinking a lot more because there is a lot of pressure on my parents court case at the moment and the thought of returning to the UK soon was not something I wanted to think about too much.

I woke up on my emerald green sofa with the sun in my eyes making me grumble in response. I never used to like mornings and I still don't. I looked at my phone to see it was 9:32 AM meaning I would have enough time to have a cup of tea, eat something, get dressed and walk into Monaco's centre. By the time I had put on some black wide leg trousers that hugged my physique perfectly and a white strappy top; I filled my bag with my phone, a breakfast bar and my purse and was ready to leave my house by 9:50 AM.

I was in the city centre by 10:15 and as usual it was brimming with people in expensive cars and clothes enjoying their expensive breakfasts but I wasn't there for breakfast I was there to walk the track before free practice one started meaning I had 45 minutes to do so. As I was walking up the hill after turn 1 I realised how unfit I am, I was so out of breath I had to stop for a few minutes to catch my breath. I then continued round the track and found the hairpin turn 6 and realised that the drivers would need to get right on the curb of turn 7 to have a good exit for the tunnel section of the track which was possibly the most iconic part of any f1 track.

I got back to the start finish straight by 10:55 and was pretty impressed by myself for doing it that quickly, even with my stops. as I was checking my phone I saw a text from Norris to come to the pits. I had never done this before so naturally I had no idea where to go, so I asked the closest person to me who looked like they knew where to go. instinctively I asked this man in French. My French GCSE was really paying off now.

"Excusez-moi, savez-vous où je peux trouver le garage mclaren?" ( excuse me, do you know where I can find the Mclaren garage?)

" ah oui c'est juste en bas de cette route, je vais par ici de toute façon je vais vous y conduire" (ah yes it is just down this road, I am going this way anyway, I will walk you there")

I didn't realise who I was talking to until a few other people started following him. he asked me if I was french and i replied
"no I am from the UK".
I then realised who I was speaking to, Pierre freaking Gasly. I immediately started apologising for sounding so rude and he laughed at my panicking.

"It's okay you don't need to apologise, it is nice to be treated like a normal person sometimes" Pierre responded.

" Why are you going to the Mclaren garage anyway, I see you don't work there?" he added.

" Norris got me a weekend pass after i served him food at the cafe I work at" I replied sheepishly

By this point Pierre was walking really fast and I was struggling to keep up, I was only 5'4 and my legs weren't as long as Pierre's so I was practically running to keep up with him, I definitely look like an idiot. I saw the bright papaya of Mclaren coming into sight and Pierre said,

"Have fun all weekend I hope you enjoy watching me win"

We both chuckled and I responded with

" I will be supporting you secretly from this garage"

"Your man is here, I best hurry up to my garage, his name is Lando by the way" Pierre was shouting as he was walking off to his garage.