My Formula 1 System

"...good evening, everyone! Welcome to the stunning Circuit de l'Étoile here in Monaco, where the atmosphere is bright even in the dark as we approach the start of tonight's F2 race. Just one hour to go until lights out...!"

"...good evening to you too, Steve. I can feel the excitement and the chill even from our commentary gantry. Circuit de l'Étoile never disappoints. A notoriously difficult track for overtaking—once someone gets ahead, it's a real challenge to reclaim that position. The Sprint Race earlier today was a testament to that..."

The Trampos Racing team gathered in the inner space of their garage, a cozy area set up with comfortable seats for their drivers. Luca and Ansel were seated, surrounded by some crew members, while others busied themselves attending to the cars and coordinating with Federation Officials.

"...so, what you're suggesting, Jon, is that Ansel Hahn, number 43, stands a good chance of taking victory tonight from Monaco? His pole position could really work to his advantage, don't you think...?"

"...absolutely! He'll need to defend his spot right from the start. With the tight streets of Monte Carlo, once he breaks away, it'll be difficult for anyone to catch him. But with Max Addams, a name synonymous with speed and skill, right behind him, Hahn will have to push his engine to its limits..."

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The Trampos Racing booth remained bustling with activity. Luca and Ansel worked side by side, tapping away at their phones as they ran through a light grid exercise, while they waited for Mr. Grant, who was finishing up a quick pre-race interview. The evening air was cold, filling the space with a crisp chill, and the dark sky outside made every light in the room glow even more intensely, casting sharp reflections off the equipment and sleek car bodies.

"...it's also a night race, Steve, which adds another layer of challenge. Though the track is wholesomely Illuminated, the visibility might be tricky, who knows. We are not the drivers themselves. But maneuvering through the streets where the track slims down to make a bend could bring about disclarity, if I'd say. Just take a look at street 4 of sector 3, the lights don't seem to reach there..."

"....oof, that's true. Even the cool temperature tonight can affect tire performance. The teams, whether big or small, should adjust their strategies accordingly..."

Luca looked up from his screen as the commotion in the booth near their paddock grew more intense. The crew made way for Mr. Grant and Mr. Moritz as they moved through the bustling space. He and Ansel put their devices down as Mr. Grant approached, his expression serious and focused.

"...with only an hour to go, the teams are finalizing their strategies and prepping their cars. This is the third Featured Race of the championship,and every point garnered from today matters. Once again, good evening, and welcome from wherever you are watching. Circuit de l'Étoile might have few grandstands, but we can hear your cheers from behind the screens. This is one of our highest television viewership yet! Stay tuned under the lights in Monaco, and let's see if Hahn could convert what is one of the most favorable tracks for pole position into another victory...!"

After congratulating Haas for impressively finishing third in the earlier Sprint Race, Mr. Grant revised his other two drivers today on everything that had been strategized between the team. The central focus was the Synergy: The strategy to empower Hahn to secure the highest possible position, with no tolerance for any setbacks. In parallel, Luca would implement and adapt a tactical role, strategically positioning himself within the competition to draw attention away from Hahn while advancing himself. Mr. Grant set up this dual approach to create optimal conditions for Hahn's effortless success while enhancing Trampos's overall competitive edge on the track.

"Alright, everyone knows this is a 62-lap race due to the shorter lap length here," Mr. Moritz said, taking over smoothly. "We're aiming for our first pit stop around lap 25 to get the most out of the softer tires while maintaining pace. Then another around lap 45, but if the car feels good, don't take it. Stick to one pit if you can."

"Especially you, Hahn," Mr. Grant interjected, his tone sharp. "If you can manage with just one stop, do it. We don't want to risk unnecessary time loss."

"Understood, sir," Ansel responded, giving a firm nod.

"Good. And communication is key out there," Mr. Moritz continued. "Let us know if you're stuck behind a backmarker. With Monaco's tight streets, any delay could cost you valuable seconds."

Luca caught Mr. Moritz's expectant look and nodded with a clear, "Yes, sir."

A crew member stepped forward and announced that the drivers needed to start suiting up as the cars would be rolled out soon. Moritz clapped his hands, signaling the team into motion. Luca and Ansel got to their feet, their focus shifting to getting fully dressed for the race ahead.

Alright, let's do this, Luca muttered inwardly as he slipped on the remaining pieces of his suit, adjusting the fit as he moved. He secured his gloves and tightened the straps, trying to sharpen his focus despite the eager faces of the crew members surrounding him. He glanced at Ansel, who cracked his neck swiftly. In unison, they grabbed their helmets and held them firmly, ready to head out to the track in a couple of minutes.

The crew made way for the two drivers, tapping them encouragingly as they marched out to the garage where more team members were busy, the bright lights creating an almost surreal atmosphere for Luca.

As they stepped into the garage, Luca's eyes settled on his car with the bold number 21 before he slipped on his balaclava and nudged shoulders with another crew member. Two more crew members rushed to him and Ansel, the area bustling and crowded with individuals dressed in red, black, and white.

"You cut it close this time," the crew member ensuring his safety remarked, her hands prodding Luca's body as he readied himself.

Luca chuckled, instantly recognizing her from his last pre-race encounter. "I learn fast to avoid second mistakes," he said as she tapped his chest hard, signaling he was good to go, and that he could now put on his helmet.

Luca eagerly fit his socked head into his racing helmet, locking the straps beneath his chin and making sure it was secure. The world around him dimmed slightly as he adjusted to the confines of the helmet, the noise of the garage becoming slightly muffled even though he was still in the center of it. He took a moment to breathe and adjust to the airspace in the helmet. Once ready, he glanced at Ansel, who appeared prepared as well.

As usual, Mr. Grant approached them with some final remarks, emphasizing the strategies that must be adhered to without deviation, and encouraging them not to hesitate when making overtakes, as such opportunities were rare at Circuit de l'Étoile.

After the briefing, their mechanics began rolling the single-seaters out of the garage as directed by the race stewards. Luca and Ansel followed, carefully entering their cars when the moment came, settling comfortably in their cockpits.

Luca's System confirmed that the Dallara was primed for action, syncing seamlessly with the powerful machine that gleamed under the bright fluorescent lights of the paddock.

[SYNCHRONIZING HOST....]

[SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE]

[Host is now synched with Dallara (F2 04)]

Even through the thick, protective layers of his racing suit, Luca could feel the sharp, cold air surging through his veins as his car was rolled out, following close behind Ansel's. The low growl of their engines filled the air, resonating through the narrow streets lined with barriers and illuminated by the distant glow of the city lights.

The track exuded a haunting quietness, broken only by the soft hums of engines and the echoes of commentary reverberating through the streets. There were few grandstands, replaced by tall buildings whose residents leaned out from balconies to catch glimpses of the impending race. Despite this, Luca could pick up the roars of excited fans, their cheers carrying faintly across the distance.

A wave of frustration surged through Luca as he eyed his position on the outside of row 3. It annoyed him that the results of the earlier Sprint Race hadn't determined today's grid positions. Had they been used, with Haas's impressive third-place finish, he would have been three spots ahead, giving him a stronger shot at the podium.

He steadied his body, hands firmly gripping the wheel as the soft purrs of engines around him grew more insistent. Every driver there wanted nothing less than victory, whether they belonged to a well-funded team or an underdog. Luca glanced through his visor, identifying Aaronson positioned just ahead of him and Kristensen on the inside of row 3, having finished fifth in the previous race.

You won't see my rear today, Luca silently vowed, letting his fingers graze the wheel's buttons as if memorizing its structure. His eyes fixed on the starting lights, he calmed his breath.

**Can I have a word from you?** Ansel's voice filtered through the comms.

"Yup, I'm ready," Luca muttered.

**Let's do this then**

"...8:30 pm, and we're almost ready for the start. Jon, I wonder who has the most pace to make an early move..."

The track unfolded like a wave of water before Luca, each line being analyzed and calculated by his System before returning to its real-world form.

He glanced away from the lights briefly, taking in the revving engines ahead to give his System a clear view for track calculations. A path beside Aaronson's slipstream appeared ideal, and Luca fixed his focus back on the lights, his breath cold and steady.

"...here we go! The lights are out! Monaco is underway...!"

All racers slammed on their accelerators, and the air filled with the roar of engines.

"…a surprisingly strong start from Trampos's Rennick, and he's already alongside Aaronson! He's gone for it…!"

Luca raked up an unreal acceleration and managed to surge forward rapidly, capitalizing on the launch as the race officialy begun.

[Host is participating in an Official Race]

[ANALYZING AND COLLECTING TRACKING DATA...]

[DATA COLLECTED]

[DATA DISPLAYED IN REAL TIME:

-Car Speed: 98 km/h

-Heart Rate: 108 bpm

-Operational Status: 90% (Good)

-Breathing: Calm & Steady

-Distance covered: 60m

-Time: 5 sec ]