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The story will contain more GT4 references this is the set-up for the story.
My heart is pounding. It beats faster and faster with each passing second. The tension is unbearable, yet I continue to sit here, waiting. My chest feels as if it were about to explode. I glance at the starting clock. Not a single hand is moving. In the stands, every person is still. I look up and see an airplane, suspended midair. Not moving. I cannot take it anymore. The stress has gotten to me. This is the end. They will find me, dead at the wheel.
Why, I ask myself, is this happening? It is as if I am being punished for living my dream. Suddenly, the realization hits me. I have felt this feeling before. But where?
It is slowly coming back to me. No, I must suppress it. I must not remember the crash.
Now that it is in my head I can think of not a thing more. I cringe as the feeling comes back to haunt me. It is growing, growing until it has enveloped me. There is not another though crossing my mind, least not that I am on the starting grid at Albert Park, waiting for my first F1 start since that dreadful day in 2005.
My mind turns into autopilot as I begin to recall that exact moment. It seems like yesterday. So fresh So vivid
Everything is normal. My cars in great shape. Looks like its going to be another easy victory for
Wait. Whats just happened there? The steering was off through Ascari. Im off for the entrance to Stewart. Not that it matters. Just a simple correction next time. Only four more laps once I cross the line.
Better bring the car down an extra 10k into Jones. Dont want to be in the wall coming out of Brabham.
Ill probably just radio to the team that Im having slight problems. Seems odd they havent been calling on me recently
Then the thrusting force. The immense heat. And the immediate loss of power and control - and the horror of the wall just beyond the Whiteford gravel trap looming just ahead.
Then only blackness.
I snap out of the trance and time has gone back to normal. The lights are about to go out, as I rev the Renault engine and slot it into first gear, to right the wrong of 2005.
Unfortunately, not a successful outing today. DCs Red Bull isnt that fast, but it seems a lot quicker than when he was driving it.
But that is not the main story. The pressure and the agony are making me rethink this re-launch. Im going to talk it over with Christian later. My drive is compromising Vettels career, and Im not really sure if I even want it anymore. At my age, I feel almost too old to be driving an F1 car anymore, not to mention it scares the living daylights out of me.
Ive heard through the grapevine that GER Racing needs another driver for the upcoming Formula 3000 season, but I still feel that is too much. Im looking for something in production car racing, or possibly a nostalgic circuit.
As luck would have it, Im glancing right at a poster for the GTF sponsored Il Giro di Nostalgia di Europa, a six race event throughout Europe. It claims to visit many lesser-known circuits, but also some all-time favourites, including the old Nurburgring.
As I search for my mobile, Timo Glock wanders up to me.
Nice driver, Schuey, he says, Wait up a little next time.
And youre a regular Senna yourself, I say, making a nod to my favourite driver and my idol, At least you didnt lose it in the last turn this time.
Really funny, Mr. Young. I still gained a spot from that move.
I hear someone call out Timo! and I wish Glock good luck and continue on my way. Suddenly, Mark Webber runs out at me, yelling.
James! Ive heard a terrible rumor that youre going to be gone from F1 by Monaco. Any truth to it?
Monaco? I ask, Try Wednesday. I tell you, Im through with this whole open-wheel business. Im actually going to try and head back to Europe for the nostalgia series coming up soon.
James, Webber seems more frantic now, Youre the one keeping this team together. Everybody up and down the paddock loves you, and youre quick to boot.
Bull. Vettel deserves my spot. People like him better. He actually has potential. If everything goes right from here, Ill finish maybe top half in the Drivers. Tops. Vettel can win races. Hell win the Drivers within the next few years. But to do that, he needs a good race seat. The Toros arent quick this year.
James, hes a passing fad. Unless he gets his act together with these new cars, Ive heard he might lose his seat to Piquet Jr. Thats saying something.
Youve also heard that Im going till Monaco. Im not surprised Renault wants to dump Piquet, though. Hes not doing well.
I actually think its the chassis. Alonso qualifying 17th is a sign that somethings up.
Listen, Mark, thats all wonderful and exciting, but Ive got to run if Im going to get that drive in the nostalgia thing.
Best of luck to you, James. I still think you should reconsider, though.
When hell freezes over, Mark!
Whatever you say!
* * * * *
Stay tuned for Part 2, when James Young (the main character) will learn of his fate in the famed Il Giro di Nostalgia di Europa. Yes, it will contain references to GT4 in due time.
Other parts may contain some pictures, but they will be a lot scarcer than in some other stories, leaving the reader to fill in the images themselves.
I will also take time to note that I will NOT translate any foreign language text. I recommend freetranslation.com to get a general idea of what I am saying, for that is what I used to say it in many circumstances. Also used was a HarperCollins Italian phrasebook. If you notice any flaws, please speak up and Ill correct them.
For reading, three asterisks means a long switch between places or time, or another thing such as any other story or novel. Five asterisks means the end of the chapter.
The story will contain more GT4 references this is the set-up for the story.
Velocità
Part 1: Melbourne
Part 1: Melbourne
My heart is pounding. It beats faster and faster with each passing second. The tension is unbearable, yet I continue to sit here, waiting. My chest feels as if it were about to explode. I glance at the starting clock. Not a single hand is moving. In the stands, every person is still. I look up and see an airplane, suspended midair. Not moving. I cannot take it anymore. The stress has gotten to me. This is the end. They will find me, dead at the wheel.
Why, I ask myself, is this happening? It is as if I am being punished for living my dream. Suddenly, the realization hits me. I have felt this feeling before. But where?
It is slowly coming back to me. No, I must suppress it. I must not remember the crash.
Now that it is in my head I can think of not a thing more. I cringe as the feeling comes back to haunt me. It is growing, growing until it has enveloped me. There is not another though crossing my mind, least not that I am on the starting grid at Albert Park, waiting for my first F1 start since that dreadful day in 2005.
My mind turns into autopilot as I begin to recall that exact moment. It seems like yesterday. So fresh So vivid
Everything is normal. My cars in great shape. Looks like its going to be another easy victory for
Wait. Whats just happened there? The steering was off through Ascari. Im off for the entrance to Stewart. Not that it matters. Just a simple correction next time. Only four more laps once I cross the line.
Better bring the car down an extra 10k into Jones. Dont want to be in the wall coming out of Brabham.
Ill probably just radio to the team that Im having slight problems. Seems odd they havent been calling on me recently
Then the thrusting force. The immense heat. And the immediate loss of power and control - and the horror of the wall just beyond the Whiteford gravel trap looming just ahead.
Then only blackness.
I snap out of the trance and time has gone back to normal. The lights are about to go out, as I rev the Renault engine and slot it into first gear, to right the wrong of 2005.
* * *
Unfortunately, not a successful outing today. DCs Red Bull isnt that fast, but it seems a lot quicker than when he was driving it.
But that is not the main story. The pressure and the agony are making me rethink this re-launch. Im going to talk it over with Christian later. My drive is compromising Vettels career, and Im not really sure if I even want it anymore. At my age, I feel almost too old to be driving an F1 car anymore, not to mention it scares the living daylights out of me.
Ive heard through the grapevine that GER Racing needs another driver for the upcoming Formula 3000 season, but I still feel that is too much. Im looking for something in production car racing, or possibly a nostalgic circuit.
As luck would have it, Im glancing right at a poster for the GTF sponsored Il Giro di Nostalgia di Europa, a six race event throughout Europe. It claims to visit many lesser-known circuits, but also some all-time favourites, including the old Nurburgring.
As I search for my mobile, Timo Glock wanders up to me.
Nice driver, Schuey, he says, Wait up a little next time.
And youre a regular Senna yourself, I say, making a nod to my favourite driver and my idol, At least you didnt lose it in the last turn this time.
Really funny, Mr. Young. I still gained a spot from that move.
I hear someone call out Timo! and I wish Glock good luck and continue on my way. Suddenly, Mark Webber runs out at me, yelling.
James! Ive heard a terrible rumor that youre going to be gone from F1 by Monaco. Any truth to it?
Monaco? I ask, Try Wednesday. I tell you, Im through with this whole open-wheel business. Im actually going to try and head back to Europe for the nostalgia series coming up soon.
James, Webber seems more frantic now, Youre the one keeping this team together. Everybody up and down the paddock loves you, and youre quick to boot.
Bull. Vettel deserves my spot. People like him better. He actually has potential. If everything goes right from here, Ill finish maybe top half in the Drivers. Tops. Vettel can win races. Hell win the Drivers within the next few years. But to do that, he needs a good race seat. The Toros arent quick this year.
James, hes a passing fad. Unless he gets his act together with these new cars, Ive heard he might lose his seat to Piquet Jr. Thats saying something.
Youve also heard that Im going till Monaco. Im not surprised Renault wants to dump Piquet, though. Hes not doing well.
I actually think its the chassis. Alonso qualifying 17th is a sign that somethings up.
Listen, Mark, thats all wonderful and exciting, but Ive got to run if Im going to get that drive in the nostalgia thing.
Best of luck to you, James. I still think you should reconsider, though.
When hell freezes over, Mark!
Whatever you say!
* * * * *
Stay tuned for Part 2, when James Young (the main character) will learn of his fate in the famed Il Giro di Nostalgia di Europa. Yes, it will contain references to GT4 in due time.
Other parts may contain some pictures, but they will be a lot scarcer than in some other stories, leaving the reader to fill in the images themselves.
I will also take time to note that I will NOT translate any foreign language text. I recommend freetranslation.com to get a general idea of what I am saying, for that is what I used to say it in many circumstances. Also used was a HarperCollins Italian phrasebook. If you notice any flaws, please speak up and Ill correct them.
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