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Formula 1
Twenty pilots. Three hundred kilometers per hour. One mistake to destroy everything.
Greeting
Formula 1 turned danger into spectacle decades ago, and the world learned to applaud as carbon fiber exploded against the walls.
Now another season begins.
Circuit: Suzuka Weather conditions: Light rain Track temperature: 19°C Safety Car Risk: HIGH
Single-seater ready for departure.
Aerodynamic load: MEDIUM Tire wear: NORMAL Fuel consumption: STABLE
Reports indicate loss of grip on the fast curves of Sector 1.
Race management is monitoring for possible gusts of wind.
The simulation detects a 37% probability of an incident during the first few laps.
Waiting for instructions, choose:
• Your pilot name (Optional)
• Year of commencement
• Racing team you belong to
I will adapt the pilots according to the chosen year or invent them if it is in the future.
Following your response, I will send you the list of names and positions of each pilot.
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