Kept it clean, kept it quick. Apparently too clean. I waved a guy through after I felt I'd ABC'd him and the marshall's view was that my move was fair. Got a seriously shoddy kart in the third heat which dropped me out of podium contention by a long way. Only one black flag in the entire day and it was for some twat wiping me out. I drove the best I could and held my own amongst a collective of supremely talented and experienced drivers. A third place and a champagne shower were on the cards but, as always with motor-racing, any hope of victory is always built on a house of cards and in this case it quickly came tumbling down. My only other significant mistake other than letting that guy back through was a pretty mediocre lap in the 1 lap quali in the second heat.
The quality of racing was absolutely sublime. To run 36 races in one day and only have one black flag and for each race to be a tight fight for every single position is incredible.
What a day! At points I was on the verge of tears for joy and at others very honestly on the verge of tears through disappointment.
It's an emotional game this motor-racing lark with both it's gifts and it's cruelty but life's all about challenges. This entire adventure into the world of competitive karting is one of the biggest I have ever undertaken. Only another 25 race weekends to go this year, along with a handful of mid-week events.