Four laps into the Azerbaijan Grand Prix, the race had already courted catastrophe. From the opening frenzy, the battle for position had stretched the field into long, screaming lines of machinery tearing through what were civilian streets weeks ago.
The leaders were beginning to carve out breathing room for themselves, while the midfield remained the most compressed. Like a swarm of locusts, each driver hunted opportunity without rest, yet yielded little to no results. After all, a Formula One race wasn't only about outpacing the other machines, but maintaining yours and, most importantly, managing the circuit.t pacing out the other machines, but maintaining yours, and most importantly, managing the circuit.
In this case, all three were at level 9 difficulty!
"...still on the fourth lap. The race is still fresh, but smoke's in the air. Drawing back to the midfield. It's a tight order as they approach the end of the sector…"
Schhrrshh!
