𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭
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Abigail Mathews had always felt in the blurry part of the picture, wondering if, in her work at the Haas F1 Team, anyone would ever really notice her.
But an email, one morning, ca...
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Your little bird
Imola, Italy, April 2022
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"You've finally arrived, I thought you wouldn't land anymore!" I shouted to my best friend Kyla, who was running towards me. It was now the end of April and as promised she had come to visit me for the Imola Grand Prix.
The race in Australia ended with the Monegasque's victory, making me almost excited when he pointed me out after getting on the podium. The newspapers had talked about it so much, too much, almost to make me regret having made such obvious gestures. Surely they had not stopped the nastiness towards me, but I had decided not to think about it and so I did.
"It took a lot of time to land this damn plane." The girl complained. We went out where Andrea was already waiting for us, we loaded the suitcases in the trunk and I had my two friends introduced.
Kyla and I had met because of our parents, who were childhood friends. We had chosen the same university even if with two different addresses, a somewhat particular way to spend more time together. He worked at a sports newspaper in London, but not being very close, he often brought most of his commitments home.
"Will they let me into the pits? SportNoW didn't allow me to write any articles about the race, so I'm not here as a journalist." She commented angrily and I saw the confusion in my colleague's eyes.
"SportNoW is the newspaper where Kyla works in London." I explained to Andrea who then nodded and went back to concentrating on the road.
We arrived at our apartment and my friend placed her luggage in the free places in the room.
"How long are you going to stay? Tomorrow is already Friday and FP1 begins at Imola, you can come with me to the pits and stay as my guest, even in the hotel. I talked about it with Binotto and we all have the right to plus one, from what I understand and almost everything should be understood." I warned by taking out my work clothes, preparing them in a bag for the mini weekend trip.
"Abigail, I'll write that article about the race anyway. So I'll definitely stay until Sunday, and if it goes well, maybe I'll be able to crash the Grands Prix officially!" He shouted excitedly at his evil plan and I couldn't help but chuckle. The brunette had always been a born leader, full of charisma and self-confidence, she had this ability to achieve whatever she wanted. She loved challenges, because she always managed to win them and maybe that's why we got along: I was afraid to throw myself and instead she pulled me down directly. The phone alerted me to the arrival of two messages.
From: Carlos To: Abigail
Your bird told me that a friend of yours has arrived, you have to introduce me to me, we have to talk bad about you.
From: Charles To: Abigail
I can't wait to see you tomorrow.
I initially burst out laughing at the Spaniard's message, showing it to my friend who was enthusiastic about making the boy's acquaintance. Another quality of his was being able to bond, he conquered everyone, but he did not trust easily.
Charles, on the other hand, was just Charles, he managed to make me lose my breath even with a simple writing on a stupid phone.
The afternoon passed quickly, between stories of me and my Monegasque, to his hatred for his boss in England. We went out to eat with Vittoria, so that I could introduce them and they got along immediately.
Friday was rainy, they even had to use wet tyres, but Leclerc finished with the fastest lap, leaving the others almost a second behind him. FP2 did not go any better, the Ferraris finished third for the number 16 and sixth for the Spaniard, ending the day with general discontent.
In qualifying, Max finished first, leaving Charles second. The two Ferraris had to do a few more laps to warm up the tyres and lost a lot on the straight compared to the Red Bull. During Q2, at the exit of the Rivazza, Carlos lost control of the car and crashed into the barriers, a roar poured from the grandstands reaching the Ferrari pits.
Saturday opened with the first Sprint Race of the three in 2022, compared to last year the name changed, from Sprint Qualifying to Sprint Shoutout. The race consisted of a short version of the Grand Prix race and would be around a hundred kilometres, the drivers would receive points for the world championship standings. It would have determined the departure for the following day. It ended with Charles managing to stay ahead of Verstappen until the last lap, but then he was overtaken, finishing second. Sainz finished fourth, just behind Perez.
I was unable to meet any of the pilots in the evening, who gave up for missing, perhaps because of the result obtained. I lay on the bed watching a movie with Kyla, eating too many chips that made me incredibly sleepy.
On Sunday morning I almost woke up, the briefing was taking place, but fortunately we engineers were not supposed to participate.
"Get up Kyla, I'm late!" I shouted to my friend, running around the room putting on my pants.
"I leave the pass on the bedside table, the race is after lunch, if you come first we eat together. When you arrive, come to the Ferrari garage." I kept talking hoping that my friend would hear me, but once outside the door I wrote her a message to be sure, she could not be trusted.
From: Charles To: Abigail
Carlos and I are at the hospitality, are you coming for breakfast?
I responded to the Monegasque's message positively and after a few minutes of various races I arrived.
"Good morning." I said as I came out behind them, leaving a kiss on the Spaniard's cheek and a long hug to Charles. We ordered and once we were seated, I asked for the results of their meeting.
"I will start second and Carlos fourth, this can give us a way to help us get each other up, there must be no mistakes in the pit stops, because every second could change the fate of the race." The youngest concluded.
A few hours later, the lights went out and the cars started, I sat in the chair after putting on my headphones and gave a pair to Kyla who had just taken a seat next to me.
"I've never seen one live, the noise is very loud!" My friend raised her voice a few tones, to be heard by me.
I almost listened to her because I found myself snorting for the subsequent overtaking of both Ferraris by Norris and Perez. As if that wasn't enough, a few corners later Carlos was hit by Daniel Ricciardo, who took him out, ending the Spaniard's stay in the race for him.
Charles did not fare any better, although thanks to a good pit stop he managed to become second for a few laps, a miscalculation caused him to crash into the barriers. He resumed from eighth and at the end of the race he only managed to climb to sixth position.
There were some problems both on the part of the pit wall and on the riders themselves, you couldn't find a square and every time you lost for some, in my opinion.
The paddock emptied out and before the Miami Grand Prix, there would have been two weeks off, of which, however, only the first was a holiday for me.
The Monegasque had invited me to spend my holidays with him in Monte Carlo, wanting to try to spend time exclusively for us, I accepted. We had not yet had the opportunity to experience a few days in a row together and it seemed perfect to me, I was dying to see the Principality, especially with Charles.
We would travel to Monaco on his personal jet, departing directly from Imola. Maybe this trip in such a small plane was scarier than those in huge Boeings, but I remembered it for other reasons. The caresses on my skin had never stopped stopping, not even playing with a few strands of hair.
"I don't think I've ever been better than this." He confided to me when there were only a few minutes left before landing, and I couldn't agree more.
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