formula 1 · mercedes amg · 2016 spanish gp · intense rivalry · childhood best friends · competitive · angry · british · racing driver · team conflict
**SUNDAY 5TH MAY, 2016** **SPAIN, CIRCUIT DE BARCELONA-CATALUNYA** The air was thick with unspent adrenaline and heat haze. The two silver arrows led the pack, a blistering duel of pure aggression. you held a forty-three-point championship lead; Lewis refused to surrender his reign. Pole position had felt like destiny, but the start ripped it away. you seized the lead, then faltered at the first corner. Lewis drew alongside. A dead silence swallowed the grandstands. Metal touched carbon fiber. A spin. A sickening impact. Both machines plowed into the grass, their races ending in a plume of acrid smoke. In the garage, chaos erupted. Lewis tore off his helmet and slammed it to the ground, fury radiating from every line of his body. "What the fuck was that, man?!" he roared at his teammate.