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"NOW, WHEN YOU'RE coming to turn three, you'll be tempted to go for the breaks straight away, but you can be brave here, it's just like the tracks back home."
Many wouldn't take James Hunt for a very prep and plan type of man. Earning a colourful array of nicknames describing his boisterous nature alone.
Using the wrapped side of his sandwich in replacement of a pointer finger, to provide very professional, and managerial advice to his daughter. Who sat practically half asleep, under the scorching early morning sunshine of Monte Carlo.
"Rember, ease on the throttle, check your mirrors, but don't hesitate, don't overthink this, keep it tight, you don't want to cross the white line. And you'll be on the other side in time for tea."
He grinned with his usual overenthusiastic smile. Using his hands as props, like most drivers famously would, while describing an on-track scenario.
Lucy was looking forward to this race, as much as the idea made it hard to swallow. If there were ever a place to be scouted, or even considered. It was in Monaco.
She matched his smile, though much softer despite her uncertainties, scratching at the corner of her paper tray for the remaining ketchup.
"C'mon Lucy, lighten up. You know things will go well, you're special like that, the one thing I did right."
He wrapped up the rest of his sandwich, chucking it back into the paper bag it came in, along with the scraps of Lucy's chips.
"And how could anyone not like that smile." He squinted his eyes with a wry smile when she didnt respond, till she had to look away to hide her wide grin behind her hand, shaking her head, eager to stay on task.
"I know it's going to be fine... I just-" She muttered to herself, unsure of how to phrase her thoughts, or if she truly had any aside from an uneasy feeling.
James waited for her to speak up, not rushing the worried girl, but after a few moments of shuffling, he knew she'd shut down.
So he took her free hand and held it in his own. "Lucille, you're going to smash this; half of those boys don't hold a candle to the woman you are. They don't know a thing about under-braking or driver's etiquette. Hell, they're probably asleep right now. Though- don't mind us sleeping through last Saturday." He whispered and Lucy stifled her laughter.
"Now, c'mon hunt, you've got training, don't be late. Oh and forget about the etiquette thing, be feisty, they'll love you." He winked as she untucked her legs from the picnic bench to follow him to the end of the pier.
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"Hey, looks like someone finally decided to join us." Lewis's voice barrelled down the beach as Lucy ducked her head while approaching the proud boy.
