Getting back up
It’s tough to get up, dust yourself off and keep going, but it’s the best thing to do WE HAD BEEN warned before the commencement of the practice day that, while the track was dry, the ripple strips were still wet from the overnight rain. “They are like ice, so stay away from them,” was the warning. Two sessions in and I took the fast left-hander a little wide, touched the ripple strip and spat myself to the moon. It was my first decent crash on track, and in some ways I was glad to get it over and done with as the anticipation of it had been playing on my mind. I was sore from my head to my toes, but I knew I’d be in a lot more discomfort next day,…