By the time Friday's races completely concluded, it was already past seven o'clock.
Stepping out of the circuit, the blowing wind felt a bit cold.
"How does it feel? Securing three pole positions right off the bat," Verstappen teased.
"Not bad. I'm already used to it."
"Hahaha, tell us how you really feel." Verstappen sighed with emotion. "With this car, my absolute limit here is only one minute and fifty-one point four seconds."
That was his lap time during the first qualifying session. He later improved his driving line, but his lap times ironically got slower. Of course, this was partly due to the poor track conditions during the second session.
"You're already very close to the limit," Wu Shi nodded.
"Hey, you're kidding, right? Can a whole second gap be called 'very close'?" Verstappen shook his head.
Wu Shi clicked his tongue and said, "In an F3 car, I naturally carry a one-second advantage. Just like in go-karts, where I have a one-and-a-half-second advantage."
