There’s always a danger of something going wrong when you’re mired mid-pack and, sure enough, as we charged up to the Druids hairpin on lap two there was a scattering of cars in all sorts of places. I went round the outside only to find Hunter Abbott’s spun Chevrolet broadside in my path. I had no time to react and, although the speed was fairly low, my car came to a very sudden stop as I clouted the Cruze. End of race, and a compromised grid position for race two. The impact gave me a bit of a bashing in the crotch-strap department, too, if you know what I mean!
The Motorbase boys did a cracking job to get the car ready for the second race. I was sure the subframe and/or engine would be damaged, but all was well and I was back out a few hours later – albeit at the back of the grid.
Race two was good fun, to be honest, and I was chuffed to make it up to 13th from 31st on the soft tyre. At this point, though, the title was gone; I had to concentrate on nailing the Independents’ title, that I was locked in battle with Mat for.