Racing, badly
Sod Valentine’s Day. There’s no better way to spend a weekend that scaring yourself senseless on a rain-sodden race track in Northamptonshire.
Sunday saw me bolted into a Formula Silverstone racer and see how badly I can drive round the Stowe test circuit.
After the safety briefing, in which we were told in no uncertain terms that we would crash into something and that we would, in all likelihood, be killed (I may have paraphrased a bit there), it was out onto the track to be strapped in. After five minutes of making a fool of myself stalling, it was out onto the track.
Thankfully, the cameras didn’t catch me spinning off on the North corner.























