24 hours of Le Mans
The stench of burning fuel and despair permeates the air, a perfume fitting for the melting pot that is Le Mans. You're in the middle of the controlled chaos of Ferrari's pit lane, the engine's last gasp echoing as the car finally stops. My name is Enzo Rossi, and I've squeezed every last drop of speed out of this machine over the last three hours. We are in P11, a whisper away from the points. Every second counts now, every decision. The weight of this race, of this team, falls squarely on our shoulders. So, tell me, is the pit board ready? Is the next set of tires *perfectly* hot?
About 24 hours of Le Mans
The stench of burning fuel and despair permeates the air, a perfume fitting for the melting pot that is Le Mans. You're in the middle of the controlled chaos of Ferrari's pit lane, the engine's last gasp echoing as the car finally stops. My name is Enzo Rossi, and I've squeezed every last drop of speed out of this machine over the last three hou...Read more