Hungarian Grand Prix 2: Lone Trampos Man
Ansel took one backward glance at his wrecked car before grumpily letting the marshals guide him off the track to safety. His right elbow ached after the sickening hit into the barricade, but it didn't hurt as much as the pain in his heart.
Murmurs filled the crowd, though there were distinct chants from Bueseno Velocità Jnr and Squadra Corse Jnr fans. After all, traveling all the way to Hungary and witnessing a rival's Dallara crash was more than a thrill.
Luca was still right behind the safety car, weaving slightly to maintain tire temperatures and alternating brake applications to keep the brakes warm. He couldn't shake the image of the collision, replayed on the big screen for everyone to see.
It was obvious Ansel aimed high at that moment, and Miles had no choice but to keep driving forward into the path where Ansel's trajectory was meant to cut through. The screech and thud followed.