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- -Authors note-
- The first few chapters of this story were written pre AiE thread 100. The quality improves later on.
- *As of November 11th, 2015. New chapters have been added, continuing the story of F1 Anon.
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- >The anticipation,
- >The adrenaline,
- >That’s what you feel staring at those start lights hanging above the track.
- >At any moment, those lights will signal the start of the United States Grand Prix
- >It’s November, and you’ve been racing in Formula One all this season.
- >But the feeling never changes; this is what you live for.
- >The speed
- >The power
- >The gravitational forces pulling on you at every turn
- >It never gets old.
- >Sitting in the car, qualified 4th, you start thinking to yourself.
- >You’re sitting in a marvel of human engineering
- >0 to 100 kph in 1.7 seconds
- >Oh god, that feeling of immense acceleration
- >You couldn’t wait for it.
- >Aerodynamics that make it seem like you’re driving on a rail
- >…until you punch the throttle too hard coming out of a turn.
- >Make sure not to do that today.
- >Looking around, you observe the drivers beside and in front of you on the grid.
- >Red Bull got another one-two start. Fucking Vettel
- >Webber is alright in your book, but Seb just gets on your fucking nerves.
- >You’d love to sacrifice your front wing on his tire to blow it out, make it look like an accident.
- >Nah, that’s just childish.
- >You have a race to win
- >And going in the pits on lap 2 to get a new front wing would shatter that chance.
- >You look to the car beside you, an exact copy of the car you’re driving.
- >Looks like you and your teammate are starting 3rd and 4th.
- >How he got a faster lap time than you in qualifying you’ll never know.
- >You then look at the rear wing of his car and chuckle to yourself.
- >You two, being the bronies you are, placed small decals of your favorite p0nies’ cutie marks on each side of your rear wings.
- >The top corner of his wing sporting three small diamonds, top corner of your wing showing off a very badass looking greyscale thunderbolt.
- >They’re small enough so the television cameras can’t catch them that well. but big enough to see if you know where to look.
- >Other drivers have noticed before, chastised you for it, but you couldn’t seem to find a fuck to give.
- >In your mirrors, you notice an impressive sight.
- >Ferrari, McLaren, and Mercedes cars are situated behind you.
- >How your team, brand new to Formula 1 in 2012, is faster than Ferrari, McLaren, and sometimes Red Bull, still baffles everyone who follows the sport.
- >Is it the cutie mark decals?
- >Yeah, it’s not the hours upon hours of car designing, wind tunnel tests, and simulator time.
- >It’s the fucking p0ny stickers.
- >Speaking of car design, your team didn’t go the way of the platypus like the majority of the teams did.
- >Thank fuck.
- >Fucking duckbill nosed F1 cars.
- >Yours and McLarens cars are the only ones on the grid that look normal.
- >Suddenly, red light.
- >Oh shit here we go.
- >The inaugural Grand Prix at the Circuit of the Americas is about to begin
- >little do you know, you’re not even going to complete one lap.
- >700+ HP V8 engines start revving up.
- >You rev yours a few times, shuddering at the feeling of such insane power.
- >and it’s all yours to unleash when the lights go off.
- >The second of five lights light up
- >The third
- >Fourth
- >Your teammate gives you a thumbs up
- >You return the gesture
- >All five lights are blazing
- >You rev close to the red line, getting ready to let go of the clutch
- >As does everyone else as the entire grid screams with power.
- >A few more agonizing seconds, and the lights go off.
- >You blast forward
- >Towards a stalled out Webber
- “SHIT”
- >Lightning quick reflexes take over your arms and you successfully swerve past the immobile Red Bull machine
- >Barely missing the right rear tire by centimeters
- >No one else hit him either, lucky guy.
- >Like the pro racer you are, that little predicament is instantly forgotten as you focus on the first turn ahead of you.
- >You speed ahead and… ah there it is, that feeling of acceleration you are so in love with.
- >No woman could please you like this car could.
- >First turn coming up an… Holy shit, your teammate got inside of Vettel!
- >Go you glorious bastard go!
- >He brakes late, takes the turn smoothly, and guns it out of the corner in a wide arc that almost cuts Seb off into the grass.
- >You see this coming out of the corner.
- >“I bet he didn’t like that.”
- >You start to catch up to the two cars in front of you as you navigate the esses with precision.
- >All of a sudden, a large piece of front wing emblazoned with “Red Bull” fly’s past your helmet.
- >No fucking way…
- >They both go off the racing surface, your teammate spinning dramatically with a blown right rear tire and Vettel with insane under steer.
- >That fucking twat took out your teammate in the same exact way you thought that you would take him out just before the race started!
- >You’re so enraged that you don’t realize that the lead has been handed to you on a silver platter.
- >That is until you reach the turn leading to the longest straight on the circuit.
- >Holy fuck you’re leading the race
- “Holy fuck I’m leading the race”
- >That’s going to make this long straight so much more amazing
- >Out of the corner, ease on the throttle, and hold on!
- >The engine sings its powerful song as you shift though the gears.
- >This feeling.
- >This fucking feeling right here.
- >It’s so glorious you almost hate the corner coming up for taking the feeling away from you.
- >But you’ll be back here at least 50 more times, so it’s not that bad.
- >So you think…
- >Here comes your braking point
- >Smoothly press th… wait… FUCK…
- >You’re not stopping, your brakes have gone out…
- >”SHIT, SHIT, SHIT, SHIT”
- >Your throttle seems to be stuck too…
- >”AW FUCK ME!”
- >You’re hoping to god that the gravel runoff area will slow you down enough to where your neck doesn’t snap when you hit the wall.
- >HAHA LOL NO, don’t you remember? This is a Hermann Tilke designed track! This runoff area is solid asphalt!
- >Fucking Tilke…
- >Speeding towards the wall you don’t notice that the cutie mark decal you placed is starting to… glow?
- >Yeah you’re too focused on imminent death speeding at you at over 200 mph.
- >Fuck, this is it then huh?
- >You brace yourself, hoping that all the safety features in the car at least allow you to live.
- >You can kiss your legs goodbye if you do live though.
- >This is gonna fucking hurt
- >Just then, the decal glows intensely
- >just before you hit the wall, an outside force completely envelopes your car
- >And in an instant you disappear, machine and all, off the face of this planet.
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