“I’m just going to check your neck for any soreness.” Stood at the side of a race track with a medic gently massaging my neck was not what this writer had on his bingo card last month, but then neither was having my first proper ‘crash’ in a racing car.
I say ‘crash’ because, although I did hit the barrier, it was perhaps the most uneventful collision there’s ever been. The left-front wheel of my Ma7da just glanced the Armco along Cooper Straight at Brands Hatch, which was enough to bend the wishbones and leave me stranded in a wet qualifying session.
