DAYLIGHT | oscar piastri

052

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It's lights out and away we go.

I press the throttle as hard as i can right as those lights turn off, holding the steering wheel hard and steady. I just had to do what i did yesterday during the sprint race, i had a good race and managed to score a point. But something felt off this time, i knew what it was, i couldn't get off my mind what Marjorie told me. People might find out about Oscar and i, it was just a matter of time. It was unfair, why now? why us? many drivers have a hidden relationship and have managed to keep it that way for a fair amount of time, we kept it hidden, and only the people closest to us knew what was going on, and none of them would tell on us.

¿What happens when the secret is out?

¿What happens to us? what will our teams say?

I remembered what Mick said to me that one time, would they make us sign a contract?

No. Not now.

I shove those thoughts off and continue driving. We were one lap down, and i hadn't lost a position yet, that was nice. For a moment there i thought Lance was going to pass me, however, i defended my position and i had the lead when we got to one curve, Lance was obligated to back off or we would have crashed right at the start.

— Gap to Russell 1.4 — says Frankie over the radio.— I repeat, gap to Russell 1.4

— Copy.

I had time to reduce that gap to under one second. The DRS wasn't still available. And once it was, i would be the perfect moment to overtake George.

I hope he doesn't crash into me.

Lap 16/51

I lost two positions. Two positions due to a stupid mistake. I went wide on one corner and the two drivers behind me took the chance to overtake me. That messed up the state of mind i was in. I thought i was doing good, but afterwards, i snapped out of it and realized how i was losing seconds fast. I was over 5 seconds behind. And at this rate, i was gonna be a whole lap behind.

Okay maybe not that much, but still.

— Go easy on those wheels, they need to last 10 more laps at least. — i hear Frankie's voice and it makes me annoyed.— There's still a long race ahead, let's remember that.

— I know. I'm trying to get those positions back.

— We know, but still, be careful.

And as he finishes saying that, i go wide on a corner. I hit the steering wheel and quickly recovered the car before it went off the track.

— Willow...

— Please less radio! i know what i am doing.

I didn't hear anything back and i sighed, tightened my grip, and also gritted my teeth. I was gonna have a hell of a headache tomorrow. I felt bad talking to Frankie that way, but it was a stressful situation i was in, and hearing other people talk and talk was making it worse.

Lap 27/51

I break a bit late and get back one position. Yes, finally. I could breathe again, i couldn't stop beating myself over losing those positions back, and getting at least one back felt good. I couldn't fully relax just yet, there was still at least one more position to gain and a whole race ahead. Still, a lot of mistakes could be made.