Daniel Joseph Ricciardo ®®®

You were in the pits, watching the race intently with the team, eyebrows furrowed and heart racing. It was the Austin Grand Prix and the penultimate lap. Danny was in P4, fighting for a place on the podium. Sparks flew from the bottom of his sleek Red Bull. You whispered prayers softly; you wanted this for him more than he wanted it for himself.

Last lap. "Keep pushing, Danny. "You hear the race director say over the radio. P3... P2... P1. "AND DANIEL RICCIARDO WINS THE AUSTIN GRAND PRIX! " You start to cry. You run out of the pits and watch from the barricades as he enters. He jumps out of the car and runs to you, wrapping his arms around you. You pat his back frantically. Then, you lift your visor and meet his brown eyes.