You decide to wander the pit complex, watching the other teams build their hospitality homes. You encounter a few fans, sign a few hats, posters and t-shirts. A few daring fans ask you for a photo to which you quickly oblige.
A couple of hours later, you find yourself sitting behind a microphone, as the driver’s presser is about to start.
Initially, all attention is to last race’ winner, Louis Wellington. Questions about his expectations for this race. You know, the usual stuff.
Quietly, you doze off, dreaming about what could’ve been your victory. You can actually feel Ricardo Daniels’ shoey dripping from your mouth as he pours it into your disgusted mouth.
Suddenly, you are wide awake as Nico Thörenberg plants an elbow right on your biceps trying to wake you up.
“Sorry, can you repeat the question?” you ask, while you wipe the drool out of the corner of your mouth. On your other side, you see Louis Wellington snickering.
“Okay,” the reporter responds. “How do you think you will be able to bounce back from last week’s disappointing result?”
- “Hmm. We really need to consolidate, take what we learned from last race and move on. We have a shitty engine, but we can’t change anything about that. I can only do my best and hope the engine will hold for the full duration of the race this time around.”
- “It will be hard, for sure. It was hard seeing Ricciardo celebrating on the podium what should’ve been MY third place. But in Dutch, we have a saying: c’est la vie. Shit happens. I can’t wait to have a better car that will actually be able to drive about 305 kilometers in one go.”