The weekend at Montmeló ended with two crashes — in the Sprint and in the race.
Shame.
We went straight into Q2, but the fast lap just didn’t come.
We thought we had that part figured out… but nope.

Starting from the back always puts you at risk.
And that’s exactly what happened.
The pace was there.
In the Sprint, I was recovering well, then a contact with Aldeguer sent me to the ground (and left me with a solid hit to the arm and hand).

On Sunday morning, in the warm-up, I had a super rhythm.
I was pumped.
But this time, it was a contact with Morbidelli — right at the start — that took me out.
I’m really sorry, because we had the potential to do something good, and instead we left it all on the tarmac.

A zero-point weekend is tough to swallow, especially coming off three podiums in a row.
It’s like a slap in the face you don’t see coming.

Luckily, we go straight into the next weekend — Misano, home race.
I know the fans will help me shake off this disappointment —
and there, we go again.