(Maëva's POV)
Black night.
The streetlights illuminated the concrete heated by the engines, the night rumbled, this galaxy of cars dominated the square, a real pleasure for the eyes.
– it's so nice ~
I murmured, my mind a little elsewhere.
The cold wind from the beach made the atmosphere even more nostalgic, the small hubbub of the bettors, the perfumes, the alcohol, the cigarettes, all these pleasant and nauseating smells hit me full force from the front row of the stands.
I'm stuck against the safety bar.
But there was no shortage of spectacle; the mechanics were busy one last time around the tires, the drivers were finishing putting on their gloves and lowering their visors.
They are so in love with their car, I would be the same if I had such a beautiful car.
ONE
TWO
THREE
The preparation is complete.
Within seconds the entire circuit began to vibrate.
The rumbling, the bouncing on the concrete, everything about farming was starting to drown out conversations and, not to mention, making our hearts tremble, literally.
All the spectators began to whistle, applaud, shouting like savages at the victory of their acts.
I glanced down at my little ticket,
– Now I doubt my little "madrigo"
My gaze was drawn to the other bank; it wasn't just the cars loitering there, the rival drivers were very suspicious and even quite disrespectful.
It was now that the last mechanic at their place dropped his toolkit.
– What did you notice this time?
A familiar voice rose behind my ear.
I rolled my eyes, sulked at him and didn't even bother to turn around; that was probably my mistake.
PAF!!
– Ouch!
I exclaimed.
He smacked me hard in the back with a piece of paper, the traitor, he didn't stop, he even pushed me to the side before jumping over the guardrail.
– take it, it's tonight's accounts
he said to me after abandoning his piles of property.
I recoiled in disgust, staring at all those papers.
– You're very annoying
I told him
He shrugged as usual and walked to the center of the track, he took out a small green flag which snapped sharply in the air.
Then CLACK!
He lowers it
– GO.
The cars leaped forward at the same time, their engines ejecting black clouds of burnt rubber.
The shockwave left our hair disheveled, but I can't say any better about Irene, who was being overtaken by these racing cars.
So exciting.
– GO, BAMBINO, GO !
– DRIVE FOR ME
– Beat up all those assholes in the "dessert" area!
– IT'S GOING TO BE AAAAAAH!
– DO IT FASTER
My poor ears will start bleeding if this continues.