I had proved myself to my team time and time again, but it is not enough. I need to win a championship it’s all I could  think about constant rapacious thoughts in my mind. I could imagine crossing that finish line at 320 kilometers and hour. My new car the ferrari 488 gt3 the best ever so says my boss. My team consists of 4 racers, Marco Alfonsi, Meo Martino, Me Piero Bianchi, Alessandro Russo. Alessandro still needs to prove himself. I proved myself last year at silverstone Uk Now i'm not a rookie so winning a race should not be amazing but expected of me. Today I'm at Mugello circuit, I start at 12th place in the qualifying. I start my car up bruuuurrrr. I rev it I give the thumbs up i exit the garage. I get out on the main start and begin a scout lap to make sure the drivers know the course.

    I look to my left I see Günter Schmidt The top tier german racer in a porsche 911 gt3 he is menacing like a lion looking at its prey I adjust in my seat and look to my right and Paul Johnson is there the american Rookie I see him on a lot of beer commercials when im in america his teeth are whiter than the paper for his racing contract. He looks very scared. I know the feeling I thought.

     I come back to straight green flag I hit the gas I could feel my pirelli p zero tires grip the pavement. First turn I brake hard downshift into 2nd gear hit the gas again and pull and pull 180mph I turn the car slides a bit. I'm in 4th I see the 2 cars ahead of me I take the chance to go between them. I Barely squeeze into the turn and I can’t hold in between them. I spin out my cars back lifts up and smash into the barrier like a wave smashes into the shore. I slam back onto the ground. My vision was blurry I could just make out the red of the medical group running towards me and a yellow flag drooping above the start finish line. They pulled me out and put me on a stretcher the last thing I could remember seeing was the blurry face of my crew chief yelling at me.

I wake up in  a small space I soon figured out that I was in an  ambulance. I could Just over hear the siren in the ringing noise in my ears. “Blood pressure 130/80, pupil dilation ,response is normal.” A young female doctor

Was running so many tests. “What is your name sir?” I barely manage to say Piero before I black out again. I wake up in the hospital I sit up a little but it’s not the first time i've been in the hospital. I know most of what machines are what and I can just figure out the buttons to put my hospital bed in a more chairlike position. I look to my left and I see a card and some flowers it was from my aunt and it said here is some flowers, hope you like them they are the color of your race car love mom. Kind of a bad letter if i'm honest I thought to myself. For once i'm out of the cockpit of my car and I have to be reminded of it even by my aunt. That’s just it isn’t it I'm grateful to be on my team but racing is my life now. Then I remembered my crew chief yelling at me before I got in the ambulance that thought ran through my body and into my stomach. I suddenly felt queasy and sweat rained on my forehead worrying; That was this it? I soon got myself together. I wiped the sweat from head that was now a pond.

     I heard a knock at the door it was the rookie Alessandro Russo. He comes in with a worried look on his face I can just stare as the only sound that was in the room was the heart rate monitor and the screeching noise as he dragged a chair near me.

    “Hi,” is all he said with a follow up of “How are you.”

    “Fine,” I said shrugging. “I’m just rapped in all these tubes.”

    He had a laugh that was so fake a deaf person could tell he wasn’t really laughing.

    It was back to that same awkward silence what felt like ten hours the nurse came in followed by my crew chief.

    He was wearing a Polo with khaki pants and Big nike monarchs he had a straight look on his face with the most tinted biggest shades he could find.

    “Well,” he said. “I want you back in two weeks.” It was as if a hole in the sky of a storm and just a little bit of sunlight broke the sky and it was nothing but big and blue. As if the sweat and worry had just evaporated into thin air.

 “Everyone makes mistakes,” he said. “It’s just part of being a racer.”

      That night sleep came easy. I could once dream again about those 9000 explosions per minute and the engine roared like a t rex came back from extinction. Day after day it would get slower my impatience consumed me.

Eventually I found myself in the same place. Hands on the steering wheel, feet on the pedals. As I took a couple more breaths I slowed my heart rate I closed my eyes. I was ready,  3…..2…...1…..go!