The atmosphere was intense, as I lay strapped to my seat. While the rest of the field were taking up their grid positions, I feathered the throttle and cajoled a purr out of my 3-litre, 800 horsepower V10 engine. Satisfied, I turned my attentions to the control panel on the steering wheel, fiddling with the buttons as I went through the final routine checks. This was the deciding race in the World Championships, leading my nearest rival by 2 championship points, all I had to do was to finish ahead of him to be the world champion. Looking back into my mirrors, the grid was in place, the green flag is waved and the race is about to start.
© Peters 2000