Lap one: out-lap. Tyres warm. He crossed the line, hammer down.
Turn One was a leap of faith. He braked at the 100-meter board, downshifting from eighth to second in a blur of carbon fingers. The car bit into the asphalt. Green sector. He was up by 0.082. Lap one: out-lap
Then came the complex. Turns Five, Six, Seven. A snake of direction changes. The ghost of his old lap, a translucent red car, was glued to his gearbox. He could see its rear wing wiggling, mocking him. He was the ghost now. a translucent red car