The weekend at Autódromo Hermanos Rodríguez served up two doses of mayhem in the League Zero Formula: a gloriously brief Sprint and a marathon Feature that left more than a few drivers wondering if they should’ve taken up knitting instead. The action was stuffed with off-track excursions, more car contacts than paint left on the barriers, and a leader shuffle that would confuse a blindfolded magician. Naturally, the carnage was spectacular.

Bright and early in the Sprint, Finley Fitzsimmons decided to yank the lead away from Nate Grucelski at Turn 1, only to graciously hand it back by Lap 4, apparently deciding first place was too much responsibility. The Feature was just as delightfully chaotic: it started with Gareth McAlister on provisional pole, but within the first few seconds, Elliot Rolls stole the limelight—until Finley soared into P1, then plummeted straight into the depths of the midfield. If that wasn’t enough whiplash, we had pit stops, black flags, and regrets aplenty.

Off the line in the Sprint, Finley’s rocket start propelled him from 3rd to 1st in the blink of an eye. Meanwhile, hapless Antonio Bianchi went backwards from 6th to 14th on the same lap, which might be the fastest descent on record. Jace Meyer spun from 10th to 15th, as though he’d forgotten which pedal was the accelerator. The chaos was immediate, any semblance of grace was nowhere in sight, and a handful of drivers decided that “off track” must mean “free track day for everyone.”

At the start of the Feature, Gareth McAlister’s moment in P1 was so short, you’d need a microscope to find it on the timeline. Elliot Rolls wasted no time grabbing the lead, but by Lap 4, Finley Fitzsimmons had apparently sobered up from the Sprint fiasco and snatched first place—until Lap 6 knocked him down nine positions in a single breath. Nate Grucelski chose that same moment to try out the pit lane and off-track areas, practically handing control to Rolls and eventually Elliot Cawte, who soared into P1 by Lap 12. Tactical brilliance or comedic timing? Hard to say.

In the Sprint’s early laps, it was a tug-of-war between Nate, Finley, and a small army of butterfingered drivers losing control. The lead changes were overshadowed by drivers auditioning for figure skating. Similarly, the Feature devolved into a pit-stop puzzle: Rolls, Cawte, and Fitzsimmons each danced around on questionable tire strategies, with the scoreboard flipping like a dodgy carnival ride. Lap after lap, pit crews had to keep themselves awake with extra coffee—especially after seeing some of these drivers spin off as if half the corners were invisible.

A highlight battle? Elliot Cawte vs. basically all other Elliots. In the Sprint, Elliot Rolls risked heartbreak by battling both Cawte and the walls. Then in the Feature, Cawte returned the favor, eventually finishing first by 2.0s over a reinvigorated Nate Grucelski. Meanwhile, Shajee Zuhair made cameo appearances in the top ten only to wander off-track again. If the plan was to keep the fans guessing (or cackling), mission accomplished.

Praise where it’s due: in the Sprint, Matthew Davine managed to stay only 1.9s behind the unstoppable Grucelski, finishing second with the dignity lacking in the rest of the field. And yes, Finley Fitzsimmons somehow ended the Feature in third, 15.0s off the lead—an impressive recovery if you ignore that he spent part of the race impersonating a rally driver. Carson Keen also had glimmers of competence, finishing 5th in the Sprint and 6th in the Feature. The rest of the midfield? Heroes one moment, spinning tops the next.

Radio calls were presumably riddled with bleeps and frantic attempts at self-justification. Off track, on track, pit lane, black flags—any excuse seemed valid. If there was a highlight to these radio transmissions, it was likely the sound of light sobbing from the pit wall as Antonio Bianchi vanished from the running in both races. Between random collisions and a black flag here or there, he didn’t so much race as he did provide comedic relief.

With two races in the bag, the championship sees Nate Grucelski and Elliot Cawte hogging the top steps of the podium, while Finley Fitzsimmons tries to claw his way back into serious contention. Carson Keen lurks close enough to be a threat if he can keep his wheels pointed in a forward direction. The rest are presumably locked in a tense duel for “Lord of the Spinners,” with black flags and lost control marking their territory.

All in all, it was precisely the kind of fiasco we love. The Sprint was short but anything but sweet, and the Feature saw enough drama to fuel a soap opera. Next time, we move on to another circuit where hopefully half of you will remember how to brake before the corner. Until then, keep those tow trucks on speed dial. After all, it wouldn’t be League Zero Formula without questionable overtakes and brand-new ways to humiliate yourselves. Cheerio.