By the time he reached the swimming pool section, his palms were sweaty. His heart was a trip-hammer. He wasn't driving a car. He was surviving it.
The Last Great Analog
There was only the scream of a naturally aspirated V12, the thud of a H-pattern shifter, and the quiet, profound satisfaction of bringing a beast across the line in one piece. Download F1 2013
Leo sat back. He was breathing heavily. A smile—a real one, not the tight grimace of competition—spread across his face. By the time he reached the swimming pool