[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

Normally a phone call at the dinner table would have been enough to pluck Joel’s nerves more than a little, but considering that he was the one who brought it up, he had to let it pass and as she talked he perused the rest of the motorsports news from around the world while listening in on her conversation. He let his mind drift, thinking about the race team and all the traveling that was in front of him. Jamaica was just the first stop. Kenya, Turkey, Monte Carlo, Nepal and others would follow. The distance felt exhausting, but the driving was like a medicine for his soul and it came very natural to him even more so than GT racing. The cars were simpler and the controls were quick making pushing the envelope easy and downright [i]exhilarating[/i]. The shift and balance of the weight against the grip of the tires, controlling the drift and using the torque of the engine to point the nose. The rally felt more about finesse and technique while the track was all about discipline and consistency. The little [url=http://www.stablevehiclecontracts.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/wrc-polo.jpg]VW Polo[/url] was a blast to drive. Joel had never been a dancer nor had any desire, but throwing that little car through the woods sideways or swinging the tail around a hairpin turn felt like it must be something close. 

“Yeah, you’ve told me about her before.” Joel said bringing his mind back to the present as she finished her phone call. “Shooting people seems to be one of her favorite activities.” He saved a small story about Le Mans on his phone for later as he spoke, turning back to her as she again focused her attention towards him. He snorted a little in amusement at her tale of “Bradley”. [i]Here’s the baggage.[/i] He thought to himself and gave a light shrug and small grin thinking about how funny it was for an apparently grown man to keep going by the full name of [i]Bradley[/i] instead of just [i]Brad[/i] or something less pretentious sounding. [i]Bradley[/i] sounded like someone who fell out of J. Crew catalogue. He shook his head. “So you’re saying you have a stalker? Is that it?” He chuckled. “I take it young Bradley is not a fan?” 


[@Almalthia]