My Formula 1 System

Luca and Miles approached Turn 4, the sharp left-hander marking the start of the chicane. Luca knew what he had to do, his System's calculations making the situation more coherent. Miles held the inside line on exit, but if Luca could get right alongside him, P3 would be within reach. Bold, maybe reckless—most other F2 drivers might yield here.

There was no holding back. The intersection loomed, P3 easier to grab now than at any other point in the race.

"... Miles Bellingham has been defending that P3 ever since Ansel Hahn fell back, but Luca Rennick is pushing down... can he make it stick...?!"

Luca took a deep breath, flicking his wheel as his car began to slide. He caught a glimpse of Miles's black-and-golden car exiting the pit lane. His own car drifted wide, skidding into the origin of the turn with sheer force, Miles's car just a meter away.

Luca resisted the urge to fully glance at Miles. His peripheral vision gave him all he needed. And all he saw was pure determination radiating off his opponent.

[Track Span Analysis: 2.5 meters wide (outside lane available)] [Optimal Racing Line Calculated: 1.8 meters]

[Car Width: 1.9 meters] [Margin for Error: 2.15 meters (2 meters on the left side. 0.15 metres on the right)]

Both cars hit the corner, neck and neck, engines screaming in their ears as tires battled against the slick, slanted track.

**Careful. You're in his line**

Luca adjusted to take in more of the curve to avoid wheel contact. He could feel the heat radiating from Miles' car, and he was certain Miles could feel his. Both tires strained, especially Luca's, as he aimed to grip well just enough to hold his line. Miles wasn't giving him an inch, his own drift perfectly synced with Luca's. The two cars carved twin arcs through the turn, sparks flying into the air.

"...unbelievable! It's a synchronized drift! Miles Bellingham noses ahead, but Luca Rennick makes his back tires level it up...!"

[You had made a 2.5g drift]

Turn 5 found them aligned again, Luca nosing ahead this time. They held the line through the intense bend and launched into Turn 6, a right-hander.

Luca shifted, squeezing into the inside line while Miles's Dallara clung to its thin lead.

[760 meters Straightaway ahead]

**Get your angle right before the curve ends. Straight and P3 is yours**

The track spat them out of the final corner, Luca now just a hair's breadth ahead after sticking to the middle lane. Miles, who kissed the curbs, aimed for a last second slice through, but Luca had the straight trajectory. He had definite traction, and his car could accelerate without caution.

"...and Luca Rennick takes it! He edges ahead of Miles, claiming P3 with absolutely daring driving! The crowd is losing it! This is what F2 racing is all about—unrelenting, fearless competition...!"

[3rd Position]

[Overtaking +1]

[SYNC BAR: [][][][] 87.5%]

**Beautiful work, Luca. Keep it steady now. You're clear in P3."**

"Oh my goodness," Luca muttered, releasing a long breath. His eyes flicked to his rearview to see Miles's Dallara slipstreaming close behind.

"Well, it's far from over," he said, refocusing on the straight and racking up speed as he zoomed over the grid.

[22nd lap]

**You are a few seconds from Max. Can you see that?**

[2]

"Yeah, I can," Luca replied, spotting Max Addams' car ahead, its somber shade blending with the dark clouds overhead as thunder growled ominously.

[Analyzing Dallara (F2 04) and host's distance from 2nd Position]

[You are 4 seconds away, host.]

"...and it looks like we have some serious action brewing up ahead! Sean Aaronson, the pack leader, is under intense pressure from his eternal rival, Max Addams, who's been on his tail for the past two laps, waiting for any sign of weakness. Aaronson has held his ground with remarkable defense, but Addams is now pushing him right to the edge."

"...look at that, Jon! Addams dives down the inside—he's trying to squeeze past Aaronson through the chicane! It's an incredibly tight move... oh, and Aaronson isn't backing off either! Both cars are wheel-to-wheel, exchanging lead through every twist. Addams is definitely trying to rattle him, but Aaronson is fighting to keep that P1..."

Luca observed the battle ahead, a spectacle of pure skill. The crowd was on its feet as the two veterans clashed, a rivalry that had defined seasons.

**I want you to keep close, mate. D'yu hear?**

"Yes," Luca replied, glancing at his side mirror as he entered the turns that Aaronson and Addams had just exited. He was catching up to lapped drivers from smaller teams.

Miles loomed in his side mirror, his car clearly utilizing DRS but unable to gain ground. He disengaged, feathering his throttle and joining Luca into the corners.

[4th Position closing in]

Luca knew their battle wasn't totally over, and he aimed to close the chapter soon enough.

[Analyzing Dallara (F2 04) and host's distance from 2nd Position]

[You are 5 seconds away, host.]

[Distance increased by 1 sec]

"They're on a freaking straight," Luca muttered, deftly maneuvering through the bend to Turn 2 as the clouds rumbled and the crowd drummed in unison.

[Stamina +1]

[4th Position closing in]

Can I just have a break from this guy...

[Analyzing 4th Position's distance from host and Dallara (F2 04)...]

[5th Position is 3 sec away, host.]

[System's prediction: that value may change– in your favor.]

[2nd Position's distance increased by 3 seconds]

Luca held tight through Turn 3, his tires gripping the outside lane with precision. He eased off the brake bias, allowing him to carry speed onto the straight. But with every passing second, he felt the gap to Max Addams stretching just slightly, those decimeters adding up on his HUD as the lead seemed to slip farther out of reach.

Just then, Mr. Moritz's voice cut through the tension, announcing something that reignited Luca's drive.

**"Luca, listen up! Aaronson in P1 has just been handed a 5-second penalty for forcing Max wide—deliberately. He quacked him pretty hard, and Addams is losing traction**

Luca's eyes widened as he processed the news, his car hurtling down the straight, farther away from Miles and closer to Max Addams. The distance was certainly reduced and Max Addams seemed almost stagnant.

**If you close in now, Luca, that's P2 right there. Hold steady—they're BOTH vulnerable!**