Life in the Fast Lane III - Part 6

Published January 18, 2011

Party people! It’s only right to celebrate, no matter what kind of a headache you’ve got! See?

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Mitch sat at the hotel bar, watching the celebrations going on around him. Mason and Bella were entertaining a large group of mechanics, regular bursts of laughter drowning out any other chatter. He sipped at his orange juice.

Melissa appeared at his side, and she hopped up onto the stool next to him. “How are you feeling?” she asked.

He nodded. “Fine.”



“You don’t feel like listening to Mason’s jokes?”

Mitch let out a short laugh. “They’re not that funny,” he said, snidely.

“Doesn’t sound like you could do much better right now,” Melissa said, pointedly.

“I know,” Mitch shrugged, “I’m miserable, but I had my best opportunity to take my first win today and it was robbed from me by that idiot Leroy.”

Melissa sighed. “Fair enough,” she hopped back off the stool. “Just do me a favour and don’t say that to any of the press.” She walked away, and had soon mingled into a conversation with Bella.

“If I’d known you were going to be this grumpy, I wouldn’t have bothered asking you along,” Mason said, draping an arm around Mitch. They were stood in one corner of the room, watching two of the senior engineers singing a rendition of the national anthem.

Mitch screwed his face up. “If I’d known there was going to be entertainment, I wouldn’t have bothered coming,” he said, pointing at the pair who began imitating trumpets for the chorus.

“It’s tough, I know,” Mason said. “No one should have to hear this stuff.” He laughed. “No seriously, I know what you’re going through. My first year here, I came close to breaking onto the podium six times and never made it. None of them were my fault, and it galls. You just have to keep hoping that one day luck will turn your way.”

“Oh, you and your stupid luck,” Mitch shrugged Mason’s arm away from him. “Carry something personal, don’t talk to the TV cameras on the grid. All your superstitions have brought me is a trashed car and a banging headache.”

“It’s not magic,” Mason said. “You can’t switch it on at the click of a fingers. It’s just something to believe in.”

“It’s nonsense!” Mitch yelled.

The national anthem abruptly stopped, and all faces turned to the two drivers.

Mason simply raised an eyebrow and looked at Mitch. “Sore loser?” he offered.

“I’m going to my room,” Mitch muttered, brushing past the staring crowd towards the lifts.

BSN News - 6th May 2010

Mortimer’s Mitchell May Miss Spanish GP

John Mitchell may have to sit out the Spanish race this weekend, as Mortimer doctors are not 100% happy with his recovery from the accident that he suffered in China. Although the injuries sustained at the time were limited to a concussion and a sore neck, sources say that Mitchell has been complaining of headaches. It is suggested that he would be fully competitive if allowed in the car, but doctors are concerned of the repercussions if a second impact occurred.

Mitchell has had a tumultuous career so far, and missing more races will not make his CV look any better. In 2009, he was forced to sit out no less than eight events thanks to contract wranglings.

Bosses at Mortimer GP will have until qualifying on Saturday to make their final decision, although previous form would suggest that it is one half of the driver pairing calling the shots rather than Mortimer Sr.

“That headline is rubbish,” Melissa said, shutting her laptop. “The alliteration runs out midway through.”

“We know you could have done better,” Mitch said. “That’s why we hired you.”

“Yea, well, I’m going to have a word with Pippa,” she said. “Just because I’m not there anymore, doesn’t mean they can get away with stuff like this. I wonder who the source is.”

“It’s Mason, obviously.”

“Mason? But…”

“But nothing. I made a scene at the party, and he does like to play around. You can never rely on Mason to be your friend forever. I showed him up. Now he’s returning the favour.”

“So go apologise.”

“Maybe I will. That won’t make my head get better faster.”

“It’s not true though, is it? You had a few headaches but that was two weeks ago.”

“Doc needed to run some tests but was mysteriously unavailable for a while. Finally got them sorted and the results will be ready tomorrow. So, either way, I’m not driving in practice.”

“Do you know who is?”

Who will take Mitch’s place?

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