Trying to describe at least some action. I don’t know why it comes out so hard. The words are running away from me. Frank explains to Richard what he had missed.

“You should have seen her drive. I’ve never met anybody more graceful and fearless. It comes natural to her. It must be in her blood. She can never fail it. She feels the car and the road so well it makes her unstoppable.

“She was running away. Already in your car, she stopped for a mere moment that seemed like eternity. Like a diver stops before the jump she came to a halt and carefully looked around. She moved so slowly we though she had changed her mind that she would not go anywhere. Then she fired the ignition. She was calm, confident, smiling. She was gone in four seconds.”

“Never afraid,” Richard murmured. “No sense of self-defense. No protective instincts at all. Embracing danger as if it’s her best friend.”

“We got into the cars and drove after her. It was difficult to chase her. She was sliding, gliding, waltzing around us. There was a moment when we though we got her. We had blocked the road. She could go no further. She had to stop. Do you know what she did? She started to spin your car around. We though she would hit our cars but she stopped short for a second, less than half an inch away from our LandRovers. She smiled and I realized we should expect no good. She drove back on the full speed, placed the car in almost vertical position and slid on the two left wheels through a small gap between our cars on the other end of the road. And then she was gone. Why did she do it at all?”

“She didn’t want me to leave.”

“Probably you should’ve just stayed then. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch Formula 1 again. Who taught her to drive? We though she would break your DBS to pieces. Not a scratch.”