My week in cars

Last week’s motorsport fun (I ran Autocar’s electric Renault 5 in a Cornwall sprint) sent me into one of those urgent moods of car desire that stay with you after you’ve had a really good time. Sprint

An Ineos Grenadier pick-up (aka Quartermaster) might seem an odd conveyance for my journey to Goodwood for the first day of the Revival, but it turned out to be thoroughly good news – first because of

Excited and apprehensive, I’m driving my Renault 5 long-termer 190 miles from home to Watergate Bay, Cornwall, for the local car club’s annual sprint. For two days a year, they close the road between

Weird Lives We Lead, No94. Matt Prior and I, who for three years have met weekly to do our podcast, realised today that crazy colliding commitments meant the only possible time to record was at 8am to

Ididn’t know Richard Parry-Jones when I travelled to Saint-Tropez in January 1993 to drive a new Ford. But without knowing it, I was already feeling his influence. The car was the replacement for the

Phone alarm goes off. I wonder briefly where I am and begin my daily audit of what hurts this morning. So tired. I left the window open overnight for a bit of air, and I can hear the announcements fro