Liam unbuckled his harness, pulled the steering wheel off, and set it back on its column. He pushed himself up out of the cockpit, stepped onto the halo, and stood tall above the gray car.
The roar from the main grandstand hit him like a wall. Sixty thousand people were on their feet, screaming and waving flags. Liam raised one gloved fist into the glare of the floodlights, and the crowd got even louder.
He jumped down from the car straight into a crowd of gray team shirts. The Halden mechanics had rushed the low fence of parc fermé, and they pulled him into a tight pack. Hands slammed into his shoulders and helmet. Pete threw both arms around Liam's neck and shouted over the noise.
"Unbelievable, mate! Absolutely unbelievable!" Pete yelled, his face bright red under the lights. "You did it! You actually did it!"
