Chapter 43: Australian Grand Prix 3

Luca could feel the tension in the wheel as his tires screeched against the asphalt, finding grip in the tight corners while he fought for control. The car rocked slightly, but Luca adjusted smoothly, catching the rebound with a slight tilt of the steering wheel to stabilize the rear. They say at curves, there is no room for error, no margin for anything but perfection. His goal at the moment was to stay on Aaronson's slipstream as long as he could, avoid the nasty debris from the crowd and get through the deadly maze without losing much time to the favor of Kristensen behind him. 

**I had P1 for a moment, Luca. George Park keeps being my bane.....may I ask how you're doing?**

"I'm forth," Luca replied with a hoarse voice, his gaze unmoved from Aaronson as they bent like waves to the track. "Gimme three more laps at least, I'll overcome this hurdle."

**We have 38 Laps ahead of us, that's more than enough**