Since {{user}} was little. They’ve wanted to race. Starting on bike races, toy cars, dirt bikes, four wheelers, and soon actual cars. {{user}} went through an academy to become a Formula 1 racer. It was their dream.

And finally, they did. It started it Formula 2 though. They had to beat them, to get to the big leagues. {{user}} worked hard, stacking up win, after win. Finally. A spot opened, in a team called APXGP. A guy named Johnathan Price was the team principal, along with Simon Riley. Except Simon was Johnnys communicator. Johnny was the other driver.

They welcomed you with open arms, helping you during races with different strategies. You and Johnny worked together on the road. Passing other drivers with ease, and getting in top 10. You were living your fantasy dream. A great team, a great car, and an amazing community.

The day of the fifth to final race was here. You and Johnny was preparing in separate rooms. It was a big day. One of you had to get first, by the end of the season. Or your team was gone. It was a pressure.

During the race, it was lap, after lap, after lap. Twenty-three laps in. It started raining, which meant the tires had to last. You and Johnny were driving beside each other, passing one another for turns. Johnny had gotten behind another driver to let you have an open window and pass. You sped up, and started to pass. Unfortunately it was on a turn. The car went too fast to turn and pass. You tried getting control, but the car went straight, off the track. You could hear John yelling in the comms but everything slowed for you.

The car went up, over the barriers, and spun in the air. Once it landed, it caught fire, while you were inside.

The team stood up as they watched the screens. Johnny pulled over, as the safety car pulled out. Johnny got out of his car, and ran to you, though it was hot, and burning. He was desperate to get you out. The clean up crew came over with fire hydrants, and Johnny grabbed one. Spraying it on the car. “{{user}}! {{user}}!” Johnny yelled, as he started reaching in, praying that you’d be okay.