When you are a little chap you often dream of things, things that will probably never happen like meeting a dinosaur or getting to fire the cannon of a pirate ship. It's extremely rare when things like this come true.
Yesterday, I with some friends, were left in charge of about half a million pounds worth of super cars, on an airfield (so no speeding laws or people to endanger) for a day to see what they could do.
My face still hurts from smiling. If you are going to get a stupidly expensive car ( and after having driven a reasonable selection of them I would have to say they are definitely worth it) it seems like a shame to never see how fast it can go.
They can go jolly fast, and give a vague impression of how going fast is effortless. So when you decide to see what happens when you go around a corner and press the pedal that makes the entirely needless 450 horses roar out of the engine you discover that these cars can spin out of control very quickly. It was wet and luckily we were in a safe controlled environment so no-one got hurt, or damaged but I still aged a year as I flew backwards.
I really want one now.
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