Favourite. chapter 7 part one

This novel is fictional, you should not look for intersections with historical events. This is a continuation of Nikita Savelyev’s Racing Action Movie, first published on F1News.ru…

chapter 7 part one

A few weeks later, the riders were once again honored with the presence of the Apennines. The peculiarity of the circuit, where the last stage took place, is that it consists of both classic elements and a five-kilometer oval with three-meter slanted corners. The organizers used some configuration at their discretion. This year they did not dare to race along the oval, the speeds have increased enormously: in profiled turns on the wheels and suspension, the load is simply incredible, and the departure of the car, when tens of thousands of spectators are around, is fraught with tragedy.

During practice, Neville circled at an average speed of 200 kilometers per hour and earned the right to be the first to start. Hot weather and rough tarmac wore down the tires mercilessly, half way through the distance many rivals began to make mistakes, but Neville clearly caught the moment when it was necessary to change wheels, then controlled the separation and three hours into the race he was the first to break through under the checkered flag.

You should have seen Carragher’s radiant physiognomy after the finish. Still, they inflicted another crushing defeat on Monetti: Mater and Powell behind them.

“By the way, you are second overall again”, said Ronald when they received the congratulations.

– Is the? Marcel doubted.

“Carbone came down and you beat him on points,” Powell assured.

– Second. Just like last year,” Neville chuckled. – Become a tradition.

“Not bad that you went under the curtain,” although Ronald smiled, there was hidden concern in his voice. After Neville’s last win, he was more sincere. Unsurprisingly, it’s one thing to be happy for the eternal losers when they finally get lucky, and quite another to suddenly find strong competitors near you. Well, sorry mate, we’re here to win.

– How do you feel after the win, Senor Reid? an Italian journalist broke through the surrounding crowd to Neville.

‘I’m insanely exhausted and freaking happy,’ Neville waved him off.

– There were no thoughts in the middle of the season that your transition was a mistake?

– Not at all. I believed in the team. And the team believed in me.

– Are your successes in the last races related to the fact that the rest of the rivals simply stopped fighting, because there has been no intrigue for a long time about who will become the champion.

– This is not the sport to stop fighting.

– Doesn’t being ahead of your rivals through strategy, not direct combat, make your victory worth less?

– Nonsense! Victory is victory.

“Would you like to become Monetti’s pilot, Señor Reid?”

“Why?” I stand in front of compatriots and I am happy.

– But you know that Monetti has serious resources and racing traditions, and your victories are largely coincidental.

– And you report – next year I plan to be in the race for the title from the very first stage. Thanks, I have to go.

Marcel cut through the crowd like a high-speed wave liner, you need to get to the hotel as soon as possible, your pants and shirt are soaked with dust and sweat, you immediately want to take off your clothes and take a shower, otherwise you will feel like a miner who is out the mine has crawled.

– Senor Reed!

Neville looked around dismayed, but next to him saw not another biting scribble, but a quick, grubby little boy.

– What do you want?

– This is for you, – a not very clean hand squeezed a snow-white envelope.

– To me? Marcel was surprised. – Are you sure?

– It was you who wiped our noses today. Who doesn’t know you?!

– Come on!

The little boy held out his hand in response. Neville nodded in understanding, patted his pockets, and said apologetically:

– I’m out of the race, I don’t have a penny in my pocket.

– Nate, where are you going? the boy sighed. Luckily I’ve already been paid.

Neville tore open the envelope thoughtfully. A few lines in fast, unclear handwriting. He deciphered the text with difficulty.

“Dear Mr. Reed! I strongly advise you to come to the address: Via Baradello, 88. There you will find a secluded cozy mansion, as well as a young lady. Let’s celebrate your triumph. I think we will this time do without jumping into the water.

There was no signature. Against his will, Marcel’s face broke into a goofy smile.

Small pleasures can bring serious pleasure – Neville splashed with pleasure in the shower, rubbing himself with a sponge until he felt himself squeaky clean. Now he reclined comfortably in a spacious armchair, blissfully stretching his legs, and took a sip of mineral water. After the race, a miniature desert formed in the throat, and he, like a camel, could not quench his thirst. Mr. Carragher drank an expensive cognac, incredibly old, and Charlie Rodwell drank ale casually. An impromptu meeting of the key people on the team casually took place in Neville’s hotel room. The management of the autodrome, we must admit, paid for a decent hotel, but decided to save money on the novice. We must not forget to greet the audience – they roar enthusiastically in response. Then the organizers will think that they love him more than others, and spend more.

“Georges doesn’t want to race for us next year,” said Carragher. – Say, all the efforts we’re focusing on Neville’s car.

“But we understand this isn’t true,” Neville wondered. All three cars are exactly the same, like eggs in an incubator.

“Only the mechanics often do their best when you’re in the pits,” Rodwell noted cautiously. – Of course not on purpose, only the subconscious works, you are our main hope.

– Fiction! Marcel was furious.

How many times have you noticed.

“Forget it,” Carragher interrupted. – We can do without Georges, we just have to think carefully about the candidacy of the third pilot. I’m interested in something else – how can we win not occasionally, but regularly.

– Oh! I have a lot of ideas – Charlie was immediately inspired. Let’s start from the bottom of the car.

– Why? Marcel was surprised.

– Yes, yes, you heard right. Indeed, at speed, the airflow not only flows in front of and above, but also under the car. Has anyone thought about this?

“Incredible,” Neville chuckled. – Who cares?

– In-from, and we’ll deal with streamlining the bottom.

“Don’t get carried away, Charlie,” Carragher said. – I don’t want to hear about the bottom.

== To be continued…