"He's so cute!"
"Look at those cheeks!"
"He's such a little nugget! I want to cuddle him!"
"He has the sweetest little face. He's an angel."
The already limited race-day pit lane access was completely exhausted. These were the sounds that could be heard over the thrum of the pit lane. Seven wealthy men and their spouses, all Trampos supporters, stole the doors to Trampos' garage with the sole aim of seeing the child in person.
The pit lane was a white noise of Formula teams' operations, so their presence in linen suits and designer silks contrasted with the mechanical environment. They gained access with enough proximity to get their VIP lanyards approved, and from there, you could see them laughing with various personnel. Security could only step aside as this flurry made a beeline like the Magi, to see the baby boy.
