4F Saturday08-11

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 your lead over Daniels, which includes abstaining from bacon. You know he, being an Australian, can’t bring himself to do the same.

You finish your breakfast in silent concentration. You give your empty plate and glass to the waiter coming to collect it. He smiles at you and asks for an autograph. Still thinking about Daniels, you didn’t hear his request as you wander to the front door.

You ask the valet to get your car. A minute later, you see your rental emerging from the garage. As you trade the keys for a decent tip, you start the fifteen minute drive to the circuit.

When you arrive at your garage you are met by the mechanics. They are just as eager as you to beat Daniels today. You thank them for repairing the engine overnight. They appreciate your words of gratitude, as you notice a few reluctant yawns from the back of the garage. You try to motivate your team a bit more and jump into the car, ready for whatever comes your way.

As a final check-up, your engineer approaches you and asks what you want to do today.