"How far is he from me?" Luca asked, his engine roaring like a freight train as it accelerated through the straightway at top speed.
[Analyzing 4th Position's distance from host and Dallara (F2 04)...]
[5th Position is 3 sec away, host.]
[System's prediction: that value may change—and not in your favor.]
Luca could feel the force of the Gs pressing him back into his seat as he rocketed down the lap, rounding off the 21st and plunging into the 22nd. The next set of left-right curves loomed closer, and he knew it was time to disengage the DRS.
[22nd Lap]
He glanced at his side mirror for the tenth time in under thirty seconds, his pulse pounding just as intensely as Miles's approach. "Wow, where's he getting such momentum?" he questioned, reluctant to ease off the throttle for the bends. Miles, still on the straight, would keep his speed up, tightening the gap with every millisecond.
