Race Riot

Idon’t know who was more surprised, me with my chain snapping, or the car driver I then descended on at Hizzy’s chicane pleading to drive me to the pit lane. He was a good egg, and did just that, even though I was pissing wet through (whoever you are, thank you!), meaning we only lost two laps by the time Brod had hopped on his 600 to complete the last 20 minutes of our endurance race. After a pretty tough day’s racing in which I broke my left hand in a highside in race one, got punted off the track at 120mph in my second outing and had to ask Carl to do my zip up on too many occasions (I’m a bad boss), this last little