07.ghosts from the past… Final

An empire without enemies, some would say as looking upon them. That was by far the worst reality for a racing team. How do you strive to be the best, when you are already at the top, and the only possible way is down? Looking down the horizon, the Feroci members knew what awaited them from now on, and even thou no other team around was able to defeat them, nor even dreaming of reaching their level anytime soon. The idea of not having a worthy challenger was uneasy.

Within their return to the highways, not a month passed till both Wangan routes were dominated, quickly restoring back their position as one of the legendary teams. Every possible challenger was subdued under their strength and none of the new and old active teams posed a threat to them. Strategic wise, this was a perfect situation, both for their name and their business, as the team shop were never this full before, with people avid for having a piece of their craftsmanship imbued on their own cars.

But for the racing team, the signs of the calm times started to ask for their dues. As the time passed, the eroding notion of their problem claimed its price. History always proves that no empire is eternal, and Feroci was nowhere different on that aspect. History was about to follow its course, one way or another…

At first it wasn’t noticeable, every once and while members would leave to pursue their own ambitions. Some would become test drivers for some major car companies, others, would end up being mechanical consultants or even going on with their regular lives. That was a normal thing, it never affected the team. As Rumors went, as long Feroci has still one active member, they would still be unbeatable. But then meetings were becoming sparse, and the number of members was always diminishing… The team was dying… dying from inside.

From outside, most of people could not understand why this was happening, after they were the strongest team around. But for few, being strong was the problem, and Feroci, they were too strong! They became unreachable. So powerful that people would consider racing them a privilege, not a challenge. That was simply not right.

By the end of a year, almost all regulars had left, only the veterans sticking in. Most of the time, they would end up either racing each other to test their own setups, or partaking secluded meetings inside their shop, chilling around on their own way. Growing fat and soft some would say…

Their incredible team was no more... and that was the chance someone was waiting to happen…