Chapter 188
- Three weeks ago, after the Russians graciously released me, I’d gone back to my apartment to cool off and snuck time in with Gavin for more practice.
- Maybe it was the shitty experience with Ivan and his household, but I had never felt more exhilarated and focused on the track. With more practice racing under my belt than ever before, I dedicated those weeks to honing my skills and, with Gavin’s encouragement, built a higher level of confidence that allowed me to push myself to new limits. Every lap, every turn, and every straightaway had felt more intuitive, more precise.
- I pushed hard, relearned and mastered the subtleties of braking, acceleration, and cornering, and my instincts had become razor-sharp. There was something about the rush of adrenaline that was addictive, and every time I strapped in my seat belt, it felt like I was in my element, completely at one with the track.