“Not bad slight headache, everything else seems fine.” I replied. No sooner had I disconnected this final talk when the nauseating feeling hit me. “Correction, I think I’m going to barf.” I said trying with all my might not to take my hands off the wheels, that would mean disaster as I was surrounded by. I began slowing the car down at a slow pace I couldn’t afford an accident.
“Edna, what’s wrong girl? Why are you slowing down?” It was Carl this time.
“I letting the other cars go, I’m coming in, I can’t do this not with Ferdi here, someone is going to get hurt.” I informed him frustrated, but I didn’t get the reaction I expected.
“Don’t you dare pull into the pits. Edna can’t you see what that will do, he’ll see he still has some control over you. If you give up he wins, give him a sla
