Track days are fun they said.. then it hurt.

The most gruesome part. Waiting for your turn to get on a track. 30c, little wind, sunny and full black leathers.

Here, I look great.

Here I look awesome.

Here, I am gloating of my first knee down.

Here I show you melted rubber of my rear Q3.

And this is the final result. Shattered right collarbone. 16 metal stitches, one metal plate and a few loose screws.

Looks worse than it feels.