They can't arbitrarily ban the rumble of the V8, the buzzsaw whine of the straight 6

[Burney]

This is all not intended as a criticism, or takedown, as the youngsters have it nowadays. Merely an observation that I am not of that sort, that I've never had an interest in fast cars. A family man from the core.

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

[Ash]

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

I love watching fast cars race, but have no interest in driving them, other than something with a bit of va-va-voom to nip away quickly at the lights and grab the lane I need to be in. And to zoom up Hardknott Pass without breaking sweat, of course.

[Sir C]

I love watching fast cars race, but have no interest in driving them, other than something with a bit of va-va-voom to nip away quickly at the lights and grab the lane I need to be in. And to zoom up Hardknott Pass without breaking sweat, of course.

Come off Clarke Curve and floor the throttle. Keep it there until you're 100m from the track disappearing away downhill to the right. Back off fractionally, turn in, and aim for the bottom of Paddock Hill Bend, knowing that the car is going 40 mph too fast to get around the bottom curve, because you know that, as the hill bottoms out right on the apex of the bend, the car will sit down on the suspension and, miraculously, physics will apply the grip to keep you on the track. Now straight back on the power up Hailwood until Druids is approaching far, far too quickly...

A track day with an instructor will settle these voyeuristic tendencies, a.

[Ash]

Come off Clarke Curve and floor the throttle. Keep it there until you're 100m from the track disappearing away downhill to the right. Back off fractionally, turn in, and aim for the bottom of Paddock Hill Bend, knowing that the car is going 40 mph too fast to get around the bottom curve, because you know that, as the hill bottoms out right on the apex of the bend, the car will sit down on the suspension and, miraculously, physics will apply the grip to keep you on the track. Now straight back on the power up Hailwood until Druids is approaching far, far too quickly...

A track day with an instructor will settle these voyeuristic tendencies, a.

Sounds good. I've noticed that the single-seaters with wings don't need to use all the curb at the bottom of Paddock Hill with their extra grip. You should buy yourself an old Formula Ford, there are thousands of them knocking about.

[Sir C]

Sounds good. I've noticed that the single-seaters with wings don't need to use all the curb at the bottom of Paddock Hill with their extra grip. You should buy yourself an old Formula Ford, there are thousands of them knocking about.

My little Caterham suits me perfectly, to be fair. It's never going to go fast enough to be really scary, and at the end of the day I can drive it home.

[Ash]

My little Caterham suits me perfectly, to be fair. It's never going to go fast enough to be really scary, and at the end of the day I can drive it home.

The last two times I went to Brands for the historics (they call it the Super Prix, I think) there was a row of Sevens parked outside the Kentagon, including the odd old Lotus, and usually one in the McGoohan livery.

[Sir C]

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

[Burney]

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

Thank you, Mr Toad.

[Burney]

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

Also, may I suggest you don't repeat this sentiment to your good lady wife on the occasion of your anniversary? She might not consider it wholly complimentary.

[Sir C]

Also, may I suggest you don't repeat this sentiment to your good lady wife on the occasion of your anniversary? She might not consider it wholly complimentary.

Oh she knows, she knows.