Page 126 of Racing for Redemption
“What about… I mean, I have commitments to—”
“—Pritchett Racing. I know. We’d handle that diplomatically. Formula 1 is the goal for every young driver. No one would fault you for taking this opportunity.”
He takes a deep breath. “And if I struggle? If I’m not ready?”
“We provide support, not just expectation. This isn’t a sink-or-swim proposition, Ethan. It’s an investment in your development, and our future.” I lean back. “Look, I’m not asking for an answer today. Talk to your manager. Consider your options. But know this—other teams are starting to notice you. I’d rather not be bidding against Kilp Motorsports, or Baretta Racing, six months from now.”
A small smile tugs at his lips. “This feels surreal.”
“The best opportunities usually do.” I match his smile. “Racing is both brutal and beautiful, because everything can change in an instant—on and off track. One moment, you’re in F3, the next, you’re discussing an F1 future.”
“Can I ask why you’re doing this personally? Most teams send scouts or sporting directors for these conversations.”
Sharp question. Another checkmark.
“Because Colton Racing isn’t most teams. We’re smaller. More connected. I believe in knowing every person who wears our colors. I’m awful with names, but I love knowing everyone on the team.” I pause. “And because talent recognition isn’t something you delegate when you’re fighting for survival in this sport.”
He nods slowly, processing. “I should talk to my manager.”
“Absolutely. Have him call me directly.” I slide my card across the table. “My personal number’s on the back. Not my assistant’s. Mine. Promise me we’ll talk during the summer break, okay?”
He takes it carefully, like it might disappear. “I don’t know what to say, except thank you so much for the opportunity.”
“Don’t thank me yet. If you join us, the real work begins.” I stand, extending my hand. “We’d push you hard, Ethan. F1 isn’t just a faster car—it’s a different world. The pressure, the scrutiny, the politics. But I think you have what it takes.”
He rises, shaking my hand firmly. “I’ll call you. Soon.”
“I hope so.” I walk him to the door. “And Ethan? Whatever you decide, that was impressive driving today.”
His face breaks into a bright, genuine smile that reminds me of how young he is. Seventeen. The age when most people are worrying about college entrance exams, not million-dollar career decisions.
“Thank you, Ms.—Violet.”
“Good luck inqualifying tomorrow.”
After he leaves, I sink back into my chair, exhaling slowly. The motorhome door swings open again, and Blake walks in, raising his eyebrows in question.
“Well?” he asks, dropping into the seat Ethan just vacated.
“He’s perfect for the role.”
“Perfect is a strong word in this business.” Blake steals a sandwich from my plate. “But?”
“Smart. Self-aware. Asks good questions.” I tick off points on my fingers. “Doesn’t have an inflated ego. Technical understanding beyond his years. And did you see his sector times?”
“I did. Impressive.” Blake chews thoughtfully. “I can already imagine the board complaining about his results and blaming his age.”
“The board can look at Oliver Lenox’s championship trophies if they have concerns about age. His championships were all in his late teens, early 20s.” I lean forward. “We need this, Blake. William needs a teammate who can push him, and ease the burden of scoring points. The team needs fresh energy. And, I need to show the board I’m not just maintaining; I’m building for the future.”
“Nicholas won’t take it well.”
“Nicholas has had three seasons to prove himself.” My voice softens. “He pisses everyone off in the team. Is disrespectful towards our female staff. Arrives drunk to practice sessions. Barely does sim time. He’s an awful driver. And ‘awful’ doesn’t get us points.”
Blake nods slowly. “You think the kid will say yes?”
“His eyes gave him away. He wants this.” I smile. “Wouldn’t you, at seventeen? F1 is the dream.”
“For some, it’s a nightmare.” Blake’s expression grows serious. “We’d be responsible for him, Vi. Not just his career—his well-being. The media scrutiny, the pressure from sponsors... It changes people.”
