Pretty girls and fast cars in Melbourne's Formula 1

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credit: grandprix.com.au 2018

"HAMILTON'S GOING TO DO IT! HAMILTON'S GOING TO DO IT!"

I could barely hear David over the scream of the engines, whooshing by us every second as the drivers fought for domination of the track.
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David's eyes were alight with fire, blazing like a maniac fresh from doing lines of cocaine. My eyes were on the woman in the red Ferrari dress to my right. It clung to her curves like Hamilton's Mercedes hugged the hot tarmac below us, clinging to it like his life depended on it. She glanced at me and traced a red smile, before looking back at the cars.

Crowds were yelling, helicopters flitted the skies above to get us the best angles as the cars fought below.

credit: Ricky Nixon

I wondered what it would feel like to handle a Ferrari, to fight it as it screamed in pleasure, corner after corner, pistons pumping in and out and blood rushing in my ears, holding on as hard as I could until we crossed the finish line. She smiled at me again.