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wet conditions | MV1 & CL16

Friday - Shanghai
(short but tough one - TW)

You are such a disappointment!

Max heard his fathers voice in his head as he tried to put his car back on track after he had lost it.

I thought you have learned your lesson after all the rainy Saturdays I took to the track. You have much more experience in the rain, than any other driver, still you drive like a child.

Tensed Max bit his bottom lip as he tried to get back the temperature in his tires. It was raining like crazy here in Shanghai at the last part of the qualifying for the sprint tomorrow. He had just lost the car in a really wet corner and now the voice of his father and his anger was present in Max's head.

Such a slow and unskilled bus driver, you are! How do you even want to compete in racing if you lose your car in such an easy corner.

"I can do it, dad." the Dutch said towards himself as he crossed the line again.

The first sector was decent but not the time Max wanted to see, as he knew his father would later tell him everything that he had done wrong there. The rain was crazy and at some point Max didn't see anything.

His only goal was to finish the lap and see his name on the top of the board, he didn't care that he was basically driving blind at that spot, he just needed that damn timed lap.

Look how slow you are my son, and you want to be a formula one driver?

Fuck, Max though and pressed his foot even harder on the gas pedal, he had to be faster. The second sector was green, not enough. The conditions were at this point closer to a red flag than the top light of a traffic light, but Max didn't care, he needed that lap.

Last sector, second last corner, max could already feel the start and finish line flying towards him, but than he broke for the last corner, and lost it. The front tires didn't really turn and he rattled over the gravel, nearly into the wall.

Ha! Look at you, such a miserable driver and you want to be a world champion?

"Fuck!" Max shouted and slapped his wheel, luckily not on his radio.

The voice of his father got louder with each word and it freaked Max out. Only twenty second were on the clock and he was now crossing the start and finish line, pushing for the third lap in a row.

You won't be better this lap, you're simply not good enough.

Jos's voice echoed in Max's head and he know also saw his devilish grin in front of his eyes.

"Fuck! Fuck you!" the Dutch shouted and from that moment on he drove like in trance, only starring ahead, not really paying attention to his engineer and the track.

Somehow he managed to finish the lap, but from that moment on he was off. Only brought his car back and then disappeared towards the hotel. Probably he would have to pay a fine for leaving without doing media, but he simply didn't care.

It had been years since he last had this moment of relapse, seeing and hearing his father. It was no secret that he had a hard childhood and that his father not always used the nicest methods. But nobody knew that he had a trauma of it, also had been to theraphy because of it.

There was only one person who knew, but already by now had forgotten about it, as it a long time ago. The last years and in general since he had made it to F1 he hadn't really had such moments, but today everything came back.