My practice and qualifying sessions in Bahrain seemed good on paper, but didn't necessarily please my high standards. My car seemed a little off to me during all three of the practices, mostly on braking- they weren't sensitive enough when I went around corners, so I had to try and adjust to the new issue. The team tried to manage it as much as possible, and I tried to perform as well as I could, but it didn't work out the way I had wanted it to. My practice times were second best to George, which annoyed me to oblivion. I went to qualifying feeling less confident, and it showed. I qualified second, just behind George. It was definitely disappointing, even though it is a position that is going to give me a good start tomorrow. I have very high ambitions this year for Formula 1, and out qualifying my teammate is one of them.
I leave the track feeling quite discouraged, but I tell myself to show George the excitement he has shown for my victories in the past. When we both got out of our cars after qualifying, I gave him a quick fist bump, and discussed the successes and problems with both of our cars. I will try not to give my engineers and mechanics heck when we get to the post quali meetings, but my brakes better be absolutely perfect in time to race tomorrow- I expect nothing less from such a top tier team. I put on a fake smile to show my pride for George's achievement and attend several interviews to end my entirely disappointing day.
George and I get into our usual car back to the hotel, which is a ten minute drive from the circuit. Liz is upfront once more with us, and she discusses more PR techniques with him. I stare out the window in silence, thinking doubtfully for the day tomorrow. I need to put myself into a do or die situation, or a positive mindset. I don't know which one will give me the most success, as my flight or fight mode will give me loads of anxiety, and positivity might give me a feeling of comfort. The last thing I need is comfort, comfort makes me vulnerable.
"Are you okay, Steeler?" I hear George ask, his voice thick with concern.
I look at him with a sad smile. I know he will think I am being dramatic about my little loss, so I fake my emotions once more to be happy for my generous teammate.
"Of course, Russell. A little disappointed in myself, but extremely happy for you and the team,"
"No need to be so hard on yourself, your car was acting up quite a bit"
"Everyone puts great expectations on me, George"
"No one puts more expectations on yourself than you though, You see that don't you?"
I look to George, pleadingly. He doesn't see the pressure that has been set up for me since the very beginning. I am a girl, not even a woman yet. I am freshly 19, barely an adult. Therefore, I am expected to be worse than most men in the circuit. But seeing young girls being inspired by me is such a blessing to watch, and I cannot let the female population down. I have such a passion for the sport, like most girls do, but they see themselves as unable to have a career in such a male dominated sport. It's not even the media- it's the girls watching me around the world, seeing what I can do, and being inspired. Some men can't see that, and most likely are not able to even see or experience it.
"You will never understand George. I put pressure on myself for a reason". George looks at me a little astounded, eyes slightly wide.
"If anything Hannah, I should understand the most. The first two seasons in my Formula 1 career I was on the shittiest team, my first season I never even scored a point. I know what it's like to have pressure."
George was right. I shouldn't think so selfishly, he has had his sense of hardship throughout the sport as well. I tend to forget unfortunately, that Formula 1 is scary for every single driver.
"I know. Sorry."
I have too much pride to tell him anything else. He just won't understand. I continue to silence myself and look out the window at the passing scenery. I hear George give a soft sigh, and he gives me a quick squeeze on my shoulder. I feel slightly comforted by the brotherly touch, but nothing can really help me recover from the disappointment from today.
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Woman- A Formula 1 Fan Fiction
FanfictionHannah Steeler is the most successful female driver in the racing world. When she replaces Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes seat in 2022, she is sent an immense amount of pressure from the people around her. How will she overcome her fears, and prove to ev...