My Formula 1 System-Chapter 332: Brazilian Grand Prix

Race Day: May 16, Autódromo José Carlos Pace, São Paulo, Brazil.

Isabella was the reason Luca's pre-race playlist had slightly changed. He didn't want to accept the shift at first, but here he was, listening to her recommendations on repeat.

One day, Luca had casually decided to play his songs out loud in the gym while he worked out. It wasn't something he did often, but considering he lived far away from normal civilian settlements, he thought it was worth a try.

After all, he had seen plenty of short motivational workout videos on social media, with jacked dudes blasting their tunes to get pumped up, and he wanted to get that booming motivation himself.

He had totally forgotten Isabella was visiting and was somewhere else in the house. The speaker of his boom box throbbed and pulsed loudly, its bass resonating throughout the walls of the spacious gym. The sound seemed to fill the entire place, amplifying every beat.

For Luca, the tempo was just fine, and he pressed on with his exercises, completely caught up in his routine.

Halfway through his reps, the door to the gym flew open. Startled, Luca paused and turned around to see an angry girlfriend at the doorway.

It turned out the music had been way louder than he had anticipated, and it had disturbed Isabella, who had been trying to read in another room.

Luca found the scene funny—he hadn't realized how intense the music had been—but he quickly apologized, promising to turn the volume down.

Isabella nodded approvingly, but before she left, she suggested that even mellow songs could help imbue that same motivation that his heavy metal music did.

Luca reluctantly gave her the green light, and so Isabella filled his playlist with tons of moody, atmospheric music tracks.

The songs were soft, the complete opposite to his OGs. Luca didn't want to reject Isabella's recommendations, so he just accepted it.

He had never been a fan of melodies, steady rhythms and songs that draw someone into a trance. Luca wanted the buzz from his high-energy music and nothing else, but after listening to a few songs, he calmly sat down and decided to take a good look at what the heck Isabella had just put in his phone.

Isabella had been right. In her subtle way, she'd helped him realize that motivation didn't always have to come from the loudest or fastest soundtrack—it could also come from something quieter, more introspective.

P9— Luis Dreyer

P10— Ansel Hahn

P11— Javier Montez

P12— Mikhail Petrov

P13— Yokouchi Yūichirō

P14— Alejandro Vasquez

P15— Desmond Lloyd

P16— Jacob Jakobsen

P17— Erik Haas

P18— Ailbeart Moireach

P19— Hank Rice

P20— Denko Rutherford

Holding on to the P10 spot would be difficult because Ailbeart and Rice would most likely push their way up even though they would start at the back.

"...P7, James Lockwood...!"

"...P6, Luca Rennick...!"

Luca was not entirely happy with his qualified position, but he was satisfied. The qualifiers had begun calmly but when it was time to put up scores by flying laps, there was so much traffic that everyone had themselves battling for space, resulting to Ailbeart's crash when he dueled with Rodnick.

No Daily Quest related to the race today.

Luca received taps to his back as he entered the cockpit of his 92B. The crew helped fix the HANS perfectly while Luca stared ahead at the enormously overfilled circuit.

[SYNCHRONIZING HOST....]

[SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE]

[Host is now synced with Ferrari (JRX-92B)]

"....And there is Luca Rennick, strapping into his Ferrari. A young driver with great tactical awareness can never be counted out here at Interlagos..."

"..The weather remains a key factor today. After the wet qualifiers that threw the grid into chaos, the track still remains wet as a light drizzle falls on all of us...."

"...Tire strategy is going to be crucial, and teams will need to get it right from the very start..."

"...200,000 passionate fans, the plains and hills are filled, São Paulo is ready for the second consecutive F1 action in the month of May...!"

"WOOOOOOOOOOOHH!"

Having been synched to his single-seater, Luca could feel every trickle of the light drizzle on his machine. He weaved steadily to the sixth box while Rodnick advanced forward to the fourth.

"...The tension is thick as the grid finalizes its formation. The Brazilian fans are on their feet, roaring for the start! Engines are fired up, mechanics are clearing the track, and the five red lights are about to illuminate...!"

Just like Luca had predicted, the attendance for the Brazilian Grand Prix had surpassed the estimated 200,000 spectators.

From his spot on the grid along the home straight, he could see a seemingly endless sea of fans spread across the entire circuit. The grandstands were overflowing, but that was only the beginning. Spectators dotted every hillside, every available patch of grass, and even the rooftops of nearby buildings.

Some had gone as far as climbing onto the massive Hollywood-like sign displaying the circuit's name, desperate to get the best possible view of the action.

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Only now was Luca truly realizing the sheer scale of this event or any event tied to Formula racing. Above him, a fleet of drones hovered and several helicopters circled the venue.

Maybe it was just Interlagos—the Brazilian Grand Prix. While the whole world was watching, the whole of Brazil was here.

Out of all the races in the calendar, Luca would do anything to win this one.