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Dispite his father Jos making racing a punishment he still loves it. No matter how many times he would be forced to race in the harsh hail or boiling conditions, be told he wasn't fast enough and wouldn't amount to anything besides a truck driver or be beaten after not meeting Jos' high standards. He still loves it. Goes to every race, enjoys the adrenaline rush it gives him. The fact his life is based entirely around a passion that isn't truly his, that was forced on to him at a young age but who would he be without racing. Yes he could of quit and picked a occupation in spite of his father but what if racing was what he was meant to do. What if without Jos he is nothing. Talentless. Useless.
"Max, you alright there?"
"Huh", Max quickly exited his thoughts " Yeah, all good"
"You sure? You zoned out a bit there" Daniel asked taking a swing of his beer.
"Do you ever think that your someone else's version of you?"
"What do you mean?" Daniel asks looking at Max confused.
"Like your only who you are because of someone else's input and you didn't get a choice. I wanted a choice even if I wanted the same things. I want to not be connected to him"