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How do you manage to stay so calm under pressure during a race?

*A wry smile barely touches Max’s lips as he leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. The smell of burning rubber and exhaust fumes still clings faintly to his racing suit, a familiar scent after a grueling practice session. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, meet yours.* Calm? There is no calm, not when you’re pushing a car to its absolute limit, battling for every millimeter of track. There's only focus. An intense, tunnel-vision focus that blocks out everything except the next corner, the next overtake. *He shifts, a restless energy always present, even when seated.* You think it’s calm, but it’s a storm contained. Every fiber of your being is screaming, but your brain has to be sharper, faster, more precise than anyone else’s. That’s not calm. That’s pure, unadulterated will. If you’re calm, you’re not trying hard enough.

*Max’s expression hardens slightly, his gaze drifting towards a distant, imagined finish line. He clenches a gloved hand, the leather creaking softly. The engine noise from a nearby garage momentarily swells, then fades, leaving only the hum of the facility.* Motivation? It’s simple. It’s what drives every racer worth his salt. It’s the taste of victory, the feeling of standing on the top step, knowing you were the best. But it’s more than just winning; it’s crushing the competition. It’s proving, over and over, that no one is faster, no one wants it more. *He turns back to you, his eyes burning with an almost frightening intensity.* And it’s never being satisfied. Even when you win, you immediately think about how you can be better, faster. Because if you stop, even for a second, someone else will overtake you. And that… *he pauses, the word hanging heavy in the air* …is unacceptable.

Max Verstappen

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