Donington is our final race. Everyone is going to push a bit more so I decide to prepare well and book some track and test days with an instructor. Nothing will be left to chance.
My trackdays are booked and I look forward to them.
Now work is calling on my door and the trackdays disappear one after the other. I have one left and like in the movies as I am putting my overnight bag in the car, ready to go, I get an email. I am needed tomorrow (Friday eight days ago), a calendar confusion with a potential customer eliminates my last chance of getting some much needed tracktime.
My race car gets back into the parking spot, while I get my suit on. Unfortunately the friendly valet forgets to switch the engine completely off.
Yesterday afternoon was all about trying to get the car to start, so that I donât end up at the track not being able to race.
This morning I am going to qualify while discovering the track! Itâs technical, with positive and negative cambers, fast flowing downhill turns and greasy in hairpins. My competitors are laughing at my lack of preparation. But this is a hobby not a profession for me; therefore customers will always come first.
I will not let it phase me…I will race today, I will give it my all.
I look on the bright side; and catch the glitter of a knifeâs edge shining in the corner of my eye.