Lap 32-34
It was going fine for Makeo, coming into lap 32, as he continued to have a decent position after starting in the twenty-fifth position. After sneaking a point in the last race, he hoped to do the same here, or better. Holding the hope that the rain that was coming down wouldn't do to much damage to his position in the race, or the car itself. Already witnessing seven crashes, he hoped not to be the eighth.
Lap 33, come turn 9, he already started to notice something was off, as he started to hydroplane. Readjusting, he continued the race, hoping it was a one off. Radioing in the incident to the pit, he continued to lean into the rest of the lap, hoping not to slide off his wheels. He'd, at this point, slowed down a bit, dropping a position back.
Lap 34, turn 6, everything seemed fine, a car or two still trailing him, still at a decent distance. Turn 7, one of the cars started speeding up, looking to overpass him come turn 8 or 9. Turn 8, the car was nearly on him, trailing behind him only barely. Turn 9, the car hydroplaned again, a bit weaker than before, turning him sideways. The car that was looking to overtake him cut him off, sending him to the wall with a decent sound of metal meeting rubber and concrete.
"Crap,"he groans, tossing his gloves off as a yellow goes up. Slowly, he works his way out of the car, making sure he wasn't injured. Once he finished getting out, he stretched, tossing his helmet into the driver seat before moving in the direction of the paddocks. His day was over, thanks to water.