Chapter 503: S3 British Grand Prix
Despite the atmosphere and the chaos, the British Grand Prix began without a waver as if it wasn’t troubled. The emotional UK crowd only seemed to add a sharper edge to the moment rather than fracturing it. Above the grid on the home straight, the lights flickered, and all twenty cars bowed before it until its shrewd command.
No matter how turbulent the lead-up was, the braising heat emitted by the cars from a distance was the same, especially for a race at the start of spring. The red lights blinked out as usual, and every driver launched forward with the same objective.
"...The fourth race of the season is officially underway, and what a build-up we’ve had over these past weeks! All eyes are on the British Grand Prix, the home of legends, and today promises nothing short of fireworks.. !"
Luca’s start was a pageant display of its own. After a year of unlocking Grid Launch, he had achieved paragon level and pure perfection in his grid starts, that no rival could hope to replicate. Any driver on the F1 grid starting immediately ahead of him was almost 100% guaranteed to lose their position to him before Turn 1 even arrived.
All drivers except those particular two that were cut from a different breed of steel and machinery. And these two were the kind who didn’t only speak their defiance in interviews but made sure to never yield an inch under his blistering starts.
Luca had immense hopes for a start that would catapult him onward with unparalleled momentum, leaving Ailbeart Moireach in his wake. And in that scenario, he believed he would then cling to his dexterous driving craft in order to deftly take the corners, lines, and straights perfectly, and defend against the same Ailbeart while gunning for Luigi.
But Ailbeart Moireach had his own different blueprint for the British Grand Prix. It was utterly polar opposite to Luca, who thought he could take P2 in a whiff of spun rubber.
The Scotsman, Ailbeart, had long eyed Luca’s Ferrari and its steaming heat vapour during grid formation. The car appeared outlandishly familiar to Ailbeart, and not just because it was the same car Luca had piloted in the past three races. It was a Ferrari, but a different Ferrari from the one of last season—distinct paint, distinct team insignia.
Therefore, Ailbeart’s recognition of the Z24 stemmed from the essence of the driver behind its wheels—none other than Luca.
**Keep an eye on Rennick, Ailbeart. He’ll come for you on launch as he always does. Make this start count**
**Understood**
Ailbeart stuck to the order. When the lights went out, he and Luca moved their limbs in a flash and engaged the power of their cars. Luca’s movements were far faster, and he didn’t jerk slightly to the soft G-force like Ailbeart did.