My Formula 1 System

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Luca decided to skip the gym, knowing he had an early flight to catch with Sara. Before it was even 5 a.m., he was already prepared, his suitcase rolled into the living room. Sophia was still asleep, but his mother was already bustling about. When he had mentioned leaving early the other day, she had hoped to match his pace and make something nice for him to eat before he left.

Luca gently stopped his mother from her flurry of activity, knowing she wouldn't have time to prepare anything suitable for his diet. "I'll go off track just for today and have cereal," he said with a smile. Relieved, Mrs. Rennick quickly filled a bowl with cereal, adding extra milk and fruit, and watched as Luca ate.

Just as he was finishing up, Sara called to say she was only a few blocks away from the neighborhood. Luca gulped down some water, rinsed his plate, and wiped his hands dry. He hugged his mother tightly for goodbye. "Take care of yourself and Sophia. She's not a kid anymore, but still, keep an eye on her. And please, only reach out when it's really important," he said, grabbing his duffel bag in one hand and rolling his travel bag with the other. "I'll see you both whenever I can. I doubt there'll be another GP here in the UK soon, and I don't want you traveling to watch me race unless it's a nearby country, okay?"

Mrs. Rennick nodded, her eyes full of pride and worry. She watched as Luca stepped out of the house just as Sara's car pulled up to the curb. Luca waved one last goodbye before hurrying to the car. He tossed his travel bag into the backseat and climbed into the front with his duffel.

Greeting Sara, he pulled out his MP3 player and earpiece before tossing the duffel bag to the back as well.

Sara returned the greeting, drove to the end of the neighborhood, reversed, and passed by the house again on her way out of the street.

The flight was scheduled for 5:30 a.m., and they arrived well on time. It took two hours to get to Berlin, the early morning sun rising bright with a warm glow as they disembarked the plane. Luca and Sara had a proper breakfast at a cozy diner before parting ways.

Wasting no time, Luca made his way to Trampos Racing's headquarters, situated in the bustling sub-metropolis of Berlin.

The large gates swung open as he approached, and Luca found himself surrounded by the familiar scene of garages, tools, and neatly stacked tires. He was back in his element—the atmosphere he needed to feel grounded.

One of the gate security personnel patted him on the back and offered to escort him further into the property. Luca was glad to see the crew again. Though it was a Saturday, there were still staff bustling about, a full testament to how the sport had become an inseparable part of their lives. Ansel and Haas were absent, but Victor was present, greeting Luca warmly.

After catching up with Victor and engaging in a few quick discussions with the team, Luca made his way to his accommodation to settle in once more.

It was a bright day there in Berlin, completely different from the current atmosphere in London. Luca's room was as he had left it, the sunlight streaming through the window like always, and illuminating the neatly made bed. He sat at the edge of the mattress, unclipping his MP3 player and carefully folding his earpiece before slipping it into the side pocket of his duffel bag.

He paused for a moment, letting the silence settle around him like an old friend. Then, he got up and began unpacking. The clothes he brought joined the rest in the closet, his shoes tucked neatly underneath. His supplements were placed on the tabletop beside his laptop, which sat ready in front of the chair.

With everything in place, Luca changed into a gray Veststar T-shirt and matching joggers. He secured a red headband around his head and slid a red wristband onto his right wrist. His Catapult watch gleamed on his left wrist as he pocketed his phone.

Following the instructions he had received back in London, Luca was to meet with Mr. Fisher as soon as he arrived. Luckily, the president was available, and Luca felt a surge of eagerness to wrap up the meeting quickly.

He met with Mr. Fisher, the ever-jovial entrepreneur, and their conversation flowed for an hour as if they were longtime partners. The discussion was lively, filled with insights and updates that painted a clear picture of the changes made during the brief midseason break.

Mr. Fisher explained that he and Mrs. Doyle had worked tirelessly to bolster Trampos Racing, implementing changes and additions designed to elevate the team's performance and competitiveness from the inside out. One of the most significant developments was the hiring of a new strategic team to support Mr. Grant, Mr. Moritz, and their engineering crew. This initiative aimed to fortify the team's tactical approach and enhance their overall potential for success.

At the helm of this new strategic team was Ms. Marthe Vallotton, a seasoned French strategist who had carved out an impressive career in Formula 2. Her most recent tenure was with Bueseno Velocità Jnr., the junior squad of one of the most renowned Formula 1 powerhouses. Despite the team's prestige, they had recently onboarded even more acclaimed talent, prompting Ms. Vallotton to seek fresh challenges. Trampos Racing seized the opportunity and welcomed her expertise, along with her select team of specialists.

Luca's eyes lit up at the news, and he expressed his enthusiasm about working with the new sub-management, hopeful that these changes would propel the team toward greater success as they tackled the remainder of the season.

After exchanging final pleasantries, Luca departed Mr. Fisher's office and made his way back to the base below. The garage was abuzz with activity, and though Mr. Grant was absent, Mr. Moritz was present, meticulously overseeing the engineers as they worked around the few cars Trampos had.

Mr. Moritz quickly caught the glint of anticipation in Luca's eyes and chuckled knowingly. "You'll have to wait a little while, mate. We're making adjustments to the recovery systems and testing the aero package. It'll take some time before you can get in one today, alright?"

"No problem," Luca replied, finding a spot in the bleachers to settle down. To pass the time while the crew worked, he turned his attention to his phone.