Victor Surmann was having the toughest race of his career.
The Brazilian Grand Prix, still buzzing with Luca's dominance in the lead, had become a furnace for everyone else behind.
Interlagos, which was once chilly and dewy, now had its temperatures nearing forty, and the air over the asphalt shimmered because of the heat.
This was supposed to be the race Victor wanted to prove he belonged to Trampos.
Specifically, he wanted to prove he was indispensable.
He had come into Sunday trying to mirror Luca's calmness after a very painstaking qualifying session where he achieved P14. Maybe Luca's approach to every race was the finest technique for racing success.
But since every lap after lights out, Victor was reminded of how merciless F1 could be.
Since Lap 1, he had been fighting inside the six-group pocket of himself, Rutherford, Bianchi, and Rice. But after a while, Victor was grateful for his P8 after tactical racing and a pit-phase gamble.
P8— Victor Surmann
