Von Miguel Agueros, known as the jaguar in the field of racing cars, believes that racing is like listening to music where you can hear it all—the loud thud of cars scraping their skins, the tires screeching on the ground, the thrilling noises of the crowd, the smell of the burning soul of the cars—he likes it all—everything until it becomes his passion, burning and soaring.
He didn't mind the scrapes on his automobile because they had engineers to maintain it. Besides, he likes what the event will unveil today since he'll win another trophy for this year's Grand Prix.
Von reached the 37th lap, surpassing the other cars to be left apart. He pulled the gear lever, steered the wheel, and then pushed the accelerator, reaching 250 meters per hour. His decision was reckless because it could waste his life at any moment—the fear of flipping cars and explosions—but he dismissed the thought because he was more thrilled about it.
Do you remember the research about humans liking roller coasters or dangerous rides that might kill them? How could humans love that feeling when a machine throws their body out of thin air—screaming and shouting, all mixed in fear and excitement—to fulfill their satisfaction of daring their life to death? That is precisely what he is feeling right now.
Dangerous yet splendid experience.
He put away the thought that was traveling into his mind and focused on the road, the other cars, and the voice of his coach guiding his movements.
A midnight blue car appears in his side mirror in a heartbeat. Ah, another racer who also defies death—a thought slipped into his mind. Von took a few long breaths while clenching his fists over his steering wheel. Inhale, exhale. You can win this, Von.
"Who's that driver?" he asked on the radio, and eventually, the team principal answered that the driver was a rookie named Max Berlin.
Max Berlin, huh? Max Berlin is now reaching for first place, and there's no way Von would allow that man to steal his first-place spot. The gray pavement burns as Max Berlin approaches him on the straight road, wheels almost touching as if they were only a few inches apart.
Judging from his ability, though, it is quite adequate for a rookie. Even so, that doesn't mean he will let Max Berlin steal his spot. That racer may act like a young jerk who strives a bit too hard to establish a reputation, but Von has remained and will remain unbeatable for the past few years. There's no way a rookie would come to snatch his place; he should know his place.
Von hit the accelerator and reached the maximum speed. He could hear the stadium watching over him—the high-tech slow-motion camera would be focusing on him, expecting him to do some crazy moves, which he would. The crowd was silent as he landed on the last lap. High and fast. It's not going to take too long. It's impossible to return now.
Von lunged forward, and the people stood up, expecting his name to be announced as a winner. A groundbreaking silence was shattered in just a split second as the roar of the crowd erupted throughout the whole stadium.
Max Berlin just won the Belgian Grand Prix.
Von left the stadium in defeat. Who is Max Berlin, by the way? No one knows who he is, his name, or how he got his position here in F1. Going back to what happened, Von still can't believe a rookie would best him.
Enjoy your first win because that'll be your last, Berlin.
BINABASA MO ANG
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