Belting along a gloriously smooth mountain road in 35°C of blistering South African sunshine and part-wrapped in a 400bhp+, turbocharged, rear-wheel-drive V8 convertible, you'd think things couldn't get any better. The sky is an impossible cobalt blue, and red-gold rocks rise to one side peppered with stubby, uncomfortable-looking shrubberies, while a rocky, light-swallowing gorge falls precipitously away on the other. Random jaywalking baboons add a frisson of red-buttocked expectation to every blind apex. I'm in a rapid car picking idly away at the frayed edges of my comfort zone and getting ever-so-slightly faster into every corner. I should be in my element. Except I'm not.
Old car adverts featuring French speakers aren't really our forte. There's Nicole huskily whispering "Papa", Thierry Henry inventing new nonsense words to sell Renault Clios... That's about it.
Unleash the moustache comb, ready your finest karate chop and begin stacking piles of empty cardboard boxes: the Jensen Interceptor is back!
You remember that giant beige screeching thing in the corner you had to buy special paper for and never worked properly? We bet you never looked at it and thought "I could make a car come out of that one day".
This is an impassioned plea for reasoned, calm, objective judgement. Set aside your personal affiliations and resist the temptation to engage in a personality discussion. This is a simple case of right or wrong.
There was absolutely no pressure on Fernando Alonso over the weekend. After all, what's a ‘Monza' when it's at home?
Last month, we got terribly hot under the collar when Jaguar released a tantalising teaser sketch of a sub-XK production concept. Well, this is it. It's called the Jaguar C-X16. And it's gorgeous.