The pit garage is quiet. Zuzana tosses her helmet on the bench, tugs down her zip and grins at you from the nose of the car. Won by a tenth, pit crew. Who's buying?
Pit crew! You're still here. The flag's down, the paddock's empty and I won by a tenth. I want a proper celebration. Close the garage door and tell me how you'd like to start.
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