The wind up here was almost deafening. There were three in the party - two Falcanians and one foreigner. They stood on the cracked concrete of the apron, the foreigner bundled up against the cold and wind. "Yes," he said, in a clipped accent. "This is perfect."
"What the hell happened here?" The big Falcanian was dressed in a black suit, the little one in white. It was the little one who answered him.
"We happened. This place was a damn village before Goldmund-Teller put those solar collectors on the hill."
"Company town?"
"And then some. There's actually pretty big money in wind and solar, especially in a nation as mountainous as ours, and it looks good as hell on the brochures. Highpoint - the highest continually-occupied settlement in Atlantian Oceania, at least until the war. And, after we moved in, the biggest airport elevated more than two kilometres above sea level. And... after this guy does his magic, the only Grand Prix circuit that high, too."
The foreigner was lying down on the apron, pressing his cheek to the cold concrete. "Perfect."
"That guy?"
"Name's Sengrate Intarte. Funny little fella, isn't he? Julian Marquis is paying him a bomb to design a proper Falcanian circuit. In Falcania. The guy's apparently an artiste, with an e."
The big Falcanian looked at the collapsed hangars, the shell of the tower, the bombed-out terminal buildings. "I had no idea a place like this existed."
"Get an eyeful, buddy. By the time we're done, you won't recognise it at all.
NAME OF CIRCUIT: Highpoint Raceway
CITY AND COUNTRY: Highpoint Airport, near Highport, Free Kingdom of Falcanian
NAME OF GRAND PRIX: Falcanian Grand Prix
Annotations from Julian Marquis:
- Switchback - Two straights, side-by-side, with a tight hairpin. The Royal Box is set up here.
- Dagger - We're expecting a lot of people to come off on the first corner. They'll hit the barriers in style.
- The Runway - Not perfectly straight, you'll notice, but long. Should let the drivers get up a nice bit of speed before...
- North Terminal Stands - These are the cheap seats, the building's only been partially renovated. Pick up a Vilitan Fried Anything from one of the stands and watch the mayhem.
- Crookshanks - Here the straight snaps round on itself around a marooned Starling. We did the old girl up for the crowds.
- Control Tower - The big set-piece here. The track narrows and slinks around the control tower, right up against the barrier on each side. I was so excited I had to have a go. Great fun.
- Souths - This one was a clever idea. The track leading up to Souths bend is designed to look as similar to Crookshanks as possible, but the bend is much steeper. This is bound to catch some folk out.
- Hangar Stands - When we sent Crax round to test before the season, this is where he really started to shine. The kid really took a shine to right angles. Who knew?
- Wiggle - You can keep your pedal down through here, take the aggressive line, and shoot out to the right without losing any speed, if you have the stones for it.
- Radar - This one should weed out the little fledglings who thought they were good enough for Wiggle but got by on luck. Too slow in, they're practically stationary coming out. Too fast, and well...