Alaric
When I finally pulled into parc fermé, the blue P1 winner's board was already waiting in front of my designated spot.
The media cameras were closing in on the cockpit before I had even turned off the engine, and the Ferrari mechanics were climbing over one another at the pit wall barrier, screaming my name in pure ecstasy.
Dami was there first.
He grabbed me the absolute second we both climbed out of our cockpits and dropped onto the tarmac.
He lifted me completely off my feet.
"You did it!" he shouted, his helmet knocking hard against mine as he shook me. "You crazy driver, you actually did it!"
I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back, letting my body mimic the motions of celebration because my head was entirely somewhere else.
What was happening to Nico?
My teammates all gathered around, and I gave them a few handshakes, accepted congratulations, and let a team coordinator shove a Pirelli winner's cap onto my messy hair.
