I remember my first time. It was a magical day. We’d spent time becoming nicely acquainted beforehand and then, when the time felt right, I took the plunge. We both wanted it. Next thing I knew there was a rush of excitement, like I’d just injected with adrenaline through a straw. It was a sensation like nothing I’d ever experienced. As I sat there taking it in, I couldn’t help but feel I’d spent all these years missing out. After all, who’d have thought a car’s Sport button could provide such joy?
Despite what you might be thinking, this wasn’t a driving experience day. Rather, it was my new motor, complete with its ‘crazy’ button. I’d had to wait until I was on the M1 before giving it a go, but once I had, I soon realised it would be a button reserved for special occasions. It instantly stiffened the suspension, the engine jumped and the revs rose. You’d need to top a ton before considering fifth. For someone who could never afford a supercar in a million years, this was a driving gift from God!