~SKRRRYYAAAAASHHHHHH!~
Side by side on the home straight at first. From the perspective of anyone, Marko's Mercedes, the W09, looked more intimidating and more powerful with its polished black livery, far more than Luca's scarlet Ferrari.
And on paper, the W09 was incontestably superior to the Z24. Yet, it was a surprise how the 20-year-old Italian, Luca Rennick, was piloting the unpopular Ferrari model to greatness.
Both cars were flat across the racing line, livery almost kissing livery, until Marko Ignatova faltered.
The tires of the Mercedes met a darker strip of asphalt, which, of course, was where water had gathered shallowly. There was no grip there at all, losing Marko his traction at a very crucial moment.
"WOOOOOOOOHHHHH!"
"...MAYDAY FOR IGNATOVA! THERE'S NO RECOVERY FROM THAT…!"
Twitching and swaying against the spray of track water, Marko's steering lost meaning, and he eventually lurched off the racing line on the home straight.
~KRRRRAAANNNGGGHHHH!!!~
