The moment had this touch of humour and panic at the same time.
Yes, everyone was seeing Max's car drifting like a skateboard over soaked grass, his trajectory a straight-line that cut from the exit of the Drop toward the exit of Turn 8. But no one really expected Max to veer back on track.
Whether Max was able to maneuver or it was sheer luck, the immediate problem was that a contact with Luca's Dallara was inevitable.
Ms. Vallotton muttered a curse when she saw Luca's rear tires drift farther than necessary, bringing him closer to the edge than Luca wanted.
"WOOOOHH!"
[Traction Lost]
"I'm fucked," Luca whispered as he caught Max's glare behind his visor.
A second later, Max's car jolted against the curb, momentarily stuck, but Luca wasn't as lucky. His tires skidded violently, scraping against Max's frame. The impact sent Luca's rear end soaring into the air for a brief moment before slamming back down onto the wet track, splashing into the water.
