To the fans perched on the balconies of Neftchilar Avenue, Victor was a blur of sponsor decals screaming into the 41st Lap.
The humidity of the race had fogged his visor. Thankfully, Vic was well-trained in stripping off the layer for fresher vision. He could wipe it if necessary since he had trained himself for that too!
Again. Turn 2 was a quick left kink. Victor held a slightly later apex than he might have in a fight, testing grip, feeling the car's natural rotation. Steering inputs were minimal, but he planned to heighten his sensitivity once the track opens up to its later sections.
Through Turn 6, a nasty little right-hander at the harbor edge, he danced on the brakes just right so the nose didn't dive too hard. Then came Turn 7 where he teased the throttle, making sure the ERS didn't kick in too fast and spin the wheels. Turn 8, a mid-speed left, he lifted fractionally at mid-apex, letting the downforce do the work while preserving the tires' integrity for later sectors.
