"So, shall we begin?", she asks him.
In the split-second between her question and his answer, a million thoughts go through him. He has waited for this moment for a long time. He remembers all those sleepness nights, when he would stay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering if it would ever happen. And now that he is here, doubt runs through him. This could have waited a little longer. He feels he still isn't prepared for it.
He turns his head to meet her eyes. "Sure", he confidently replies.
"Alright. All yours".
The garage is pleasantly quiet. Even though no one is particularly looking in his direction, he feels the eyes on him. It's a big day and he is the center of attention. The conversations around him, somehow, don't reach his ears. He puts his ear-plugs into place. To his further pleasure, it cuts of all sounds completely. Ever slowly, he straps his overall and wears his helmet. He knows his attempts at avoiding the inevitable are futile, but he tries his best to delay the moment.
Delicately, as if he is handling a glass vase, he climbs into the cockpit. A couple of his engineers strap him into place. He adjusts himself a bit and then without looking up, he gives them a thumbs-up sign, indicating that everything is in place and he is comfortable. He brings his visor down and closes his eyes. Absolute silence. He cannot hear anything except his heart going off like a bass drum. Yet he feels more relaxed now. He begins to feel more at home. Perhaps, this should have come sooner. Maybe he has waited too long to make it happen.
At that moment, the engine comes to life. He opens his eyes, readier than ever. "Track clear, ready to go. Limiter ON.", a voice says on his radio. One of his crew members pulls the car off the jack while another stands right outside the garage, his hand raised towards the car. Inside the helmet, a grin forms across his face. He suddenly feels a little impatient. He can't wait to go out. The engineer finally brings his hand down. Without waiting any further, he puts his foot down on the accelerator and pulls out of the garage. His heart begins to race before he does.
In the split-second between her question and his answer, a million thoughts go through him. He has waited for this moment for a long time. He remembers all those sleepness nights, when he would stay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering if it would ever happen. And now that he is here, doubt runs through him. This could have waited a little longer. He feels he still isn't prepared for it.
He turns his head to meet her eyes. "Sure", he confidently replies.
"Alright. All yours".
The garage is pleasantly quiet. Even though no one is particularly looking in his direction, he feels the eyes on him. It's a big day and he is the center of attention. The conversations around him, somehow, don't reach his ears. He puts his ear-plugs into place. To his further pleasure, it cuts of all sounds completely. Ever slowly, he straps his overall and wears his helmet. He knows his attempts at avoiding the inevitable are futile, but he tries his best to delay the moment.
Delicately, as if he is handling a glass vase, he climbs into the cockpit. A couple of his engineers strap him into place. He adjusts himself a bit and then without looking up, he gives them a thumbs-up sign, indicating that everything is in place and he is comfortable. He brings his visor down and closes his eyes. Absolute silence. He cannot hear anything except his heart going off like a bass drum. Yet he feels more relaxed now. He begins to feel more at home. Perhaps, this should have come sooner. Maybe he has waited too long to make it happen.
At that moment, the engine comes to life. He opens his eyes, readier than ever. "Track clear, ready to go. Limiter ON.", a voice says on his radio. One of his crew members pulls the car off the jack while another stands right outside the garage, his hand raised towards the car. Inside the helmet, a grin forms across his face. He suddenly feels a little impatient. He can't wait to go out. The engineer finally brings his hand down. Without waiting any further, he puts his foot down on the accelerator and pulls out of the garage. His heart begins to race before he does.
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