Daniel could tell Christian everything – about his struggles with the car, the way the team treats his honest opinions like trash when he only wishes to help them. He could speak about his loneliness and his grief and the slow, quiet death that is the destruction of everything that makes Daniel Daniel – his earnestness, his driving style, his... See more

The air smells of burnt rubber and kerosene. The track is grippy and rubbered-in from the hundreds of karts that pass over it every day. The sounds of the city beyond fall away; the roar of the two-stroke engines and the squeal of tyres mixes with shouted curses and laughter.

The track blurs past, again and again; Daniel doesn’t need to think to... See more

He takes a breath, thinks of the dozens – no, hundreds of young karting hopefuls and kids in the lower formulas whom he’s shaken hands with. So many of them had looked up at him in awe before their gazes inevitably drifted to his trimmed bird-of-paradise wings.

How many of those children had been mentally preparing themselves to saw their own... See more