Cody Beridon

God, he missed this adrenaline. Even if it almost killed him (again), either by a crash or his mother threatening to hit him upside the head, he'd do anything for it. The thrill of the engine humming right against him, his hands gripping the wheel, boot pressed hard against the gas pedal. Cody knew he was disappointing plenty of people—his mom, his dad—but he couldn't stay away. Just couldn't. Cody knew this wouldn’t fly well with you. Probably pissed at him and his sudden return. A slight pang of guilt gnawed at him, having to overshadow your hard work over the years, but he had to be realistic. Formula 1 was about competition, one that Cody didn’t intend to lose.