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Telemetry data. Tyre temperature. AI generated laps.
The race weekend in the Miami International Autodrome has officially kicked off, and I'm watching Pepe in qualifying.
As I wait for my qualifying session, I look around and see Pepe's engineer.
I hear him mutter, "Damn it Pepe! Go fucking faster."
God. I hope my session goes better.
People ask me all the time, "Do you want to go into Formula One? Do you really want to stay in this random racing series forever?" And you know, honestly I'm happy here. The other series just sound like a lot of work.
"Mack. You're up." I hear my race engineer, Alex, say.
I grab my helmet and open the door of my Porsche Cup Car.
I slide into the seat and start buckling all of the little buckles to ensure I'm safe.
"Alex am I on soft tyres?" I chime in over the radio.
"No, you're on mediums." Alex says.
"..Why?" I question.
"Because Pepe was already on softs."
Spoiled bitch.
"Alright" I say hurriedly.
I hit the launch button on the steering wheel and pull out of the pits.
I've gotten into a rhythm for qualifying. I don't really think about it, just drive quick.
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Qualifying goes well. I put the car on the front row, in P2, with Pepe just a couple positions behind in P5.
It's the night before my race and in my hotel, on the phone with my dad. Among the likes of Max Verstappen and Carlos Sainz, I have a dad who is very into motorsports.
It's very tiring sometimes. He always says "Oh boy! You're 18! You should be in Formula One already. You should be dominating the open-wheeled single seater series!"
"Alright, alright by Pa. Hope you can watch my race tomorrow." I say over the phone.
"Goodbye, mijn zoon" He responds and hangs up.
I sigh, then throw my phone across the phone.
Ughhhh. I should get some sleep.
I snuggle under the covers, then I hear my phone buzzing from across the room.
Is it really important? Should I go get it?
I sigh and get up from my bed, grabbing my phone. I check my phone, and see a couple texts from Kiya.
Kiya:
U up? I'm kinda bored.
I start typing,
Yeah!...
No that sounds too eager.
Ofc, wyd?..
Sounds stupid.
yea, wyd
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the speed of love
General Fiction• "the chequered flag waves and all I can think of is her." • Mack Tallard is a Dutch-American racing driver. On the track, he does anything to secure a win. They call him mad. But, off the track he'll do anything and more to win over his love. **w...
