Five minutes into the session, you take place behind the wheel for the second time today. As you roll out of the garage, you notice others leaving their pitbox as well. Among them is your teammate, Daniels. While on your outlap, you decide to have some fun with him.
You slow down on the straight, letting him pass. You quickly warm your tires by wildly steering left to right, careful to stay on Daniels’ tail. When you approach start finish, you put the pedal to the proverbial metal. Approaching turn one, you dive on his inside and quickly overtake him.
As you speed off, putting distance between you and Daniels, you hear your engine sputtering. A few more cracks and roars, and then silence.
As your car gets towed, you ponder leaning over the edge of the safety barrier. What was it? The sixth engine? Or the seventh? You can’t remember.
After ten or so minutes you head back to the garage on the back of a scooter. Along the way, you receive cheers of sympathy from the fans. When you arrive at the garage, you waste no time and leave the circuit. There’s no point in talking to anyone.
You have your dinner, and arrive back at the hotel. Before you go to sleep, you browse your social media. You see a lot of people showing empathy towards your bad luck, some are even calling for heads at the Red Ball team.