Turn Four. The downhill right-hander. In real life, your stomach would float. Here, his did anyway. He kissed the kerb, fed the power, and the car stuck like a magnet.
A new personal best. By 0.046 seconds. The ghost of his old lap dissolved, replaced by a new one—a slightly faster shade of red. Turn Four
Lap one: out-lap. Tyres warm. He crossed the line, hammer down. your stomach would float. Here
He selected Time Trial. Ferrari F1-75. Soft tyres. Perfect track grip. The engine note—a synthesized howl through his headphones—swallowed the room. fed the power
