[50th Lap]
It was the 50th Lap, and Max Adddams felt his breath hitch in his throat as he exited the pit lane from his second stop of the night, the pit limiter finally releasing him back onto the open, illuminated track.
P11— Max Adddams ←
Rejoining in P11 after leaving the race in P8, Max felt his heart rate rise far beyond the norms of an average F1 driver during a race. The field was tight, every position a fight, especially as the race neared its end. Now, the balance of his night rested on how quickly he could cut through the midfield before the leaders widened the gap beyond reach and ended the race on their terms by crossing the chequered flag first.
Max could lie to himself to validate his purpose, but truthfully, his tension wasn't imperative at all, nor were the lofty expectations from the crowd. No one was truly demanding that he scrabble his way into the top five before the chequered flag, but Max was a young man of ambition, and also of diffidence.
