So here I am, sitting in the wheel of this machine, created by people like me, people with a passion, a passion for racing. It has some 592 Horse Power, so it must be rather quick.
Hmm only a few minutes away from the start of the race, and I am here with empty thoughts. I have to concentrate, concentrate in finish the race in first and well … that’s the difficult part when you have a worthy opponent, better than me, who race and raced since maybe he was a kid.
Me? I just have a love for speed, and cars, and…race…I will have to nail full throttle if I want to win.
I can’t lose, I can’t lose everything I won by right, everything that cost me to won, unlike this guys. I had to fought hard to reach were I am today.
The fame…I don't care about that, but the love, the passion, they took that away from me…I can’t consent.
Damn, these last minutes…are so tense…I don’t know for how much long I can take this pressure, but I can’t give up now, they are all counting on me…
_Good luck Mark!
That voice, it relaxes me so much, and I only heard it from the phone, but it is burned in my brain. Why? Oh why? I could be living a peaceful and quiet life with her right now, and instead, I am in the start line of some stupid race…
But…oh…how I remember everything and how I got here in the first place…