It’s Saturday morning as your alarm rudely awakens you from your slumber. You couldn’t catch any sleep last night, thinking about opportunities to get the edge over Daniels after having such a troublesome FP2. Still fuming over your broken engine, you take a long hot shower and wander down to the hotel dining room to fetch yourself some breakfast. Scrambled eggs on toast with a glass of orange juice. Feverishly you glance at the bacon lying beside the eggs, but you decide against it. You will do anything to increase...