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Dear Diary,
this is Lily and me in the Blue Typhoon.
This is the "before" photo.
We got a bit carried away and I rolled us over in the poor cart yesterday.
I was cornering in the paddock a bit fast I guess.
The roll cage and the racing harnesses really work, no question.
Dad took it very well!
Me, I'm 9.04 years old so a car crash was a piece of cake, I kept
my cool. I wound up on top, so I just undid our seatbelts and we climbed out.
Lily had a bruise on her elbow, and she looked a bit shaken.
Dad rescued the Typhoon and we went for a bath.
At this rate I could wind up short on a
thrill, like
Thomas Crown.
Lily was keen to go driving again this morning, but her Mum says we
can't go in the go-cart without an adult. I gotta ask Dad about an ejector seat.
James Bond never has to put up with this sort of shit.