
In my mind, when I come to the startline, I’m ice- cool, calm and focused. Then someone takes a photo showing me looking like I’m having a major seizure

Same thing as the car goes up the track- I’m concentrating on keeping the car in the groove, hitting the shift points, etc, but photo’s show a slack- jawed, moon- faced gurner behind the wheel.
Full- face helmet on the wishlist for next- season!