A very busy track today, with crashes and flags on almost every lap. Somehow managed to get a new PB. My body armour was freshly washed and smelled of lovely summer meadows, but I still managed to come away with bruised ribs. Still haven’t got the hang of the camera…I pointed it a bit more upwards but it still seems to be obsessed with my feet. I was chasing number 11 for a while towards the end and missed a few chances to overtake. On the penultimate lap, I was about to overtake but decided to crash in to the pit lane tyres instead. The alternative was to crash in to number 11 who had just been surprised by a random kart facing the wrong way in front of him.