Why i love... motor factors

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

My taste buds became attuned to the sweet tang of forbidden fruit via the Gran Turismo video game. Many a car fan of my generation waxes lyrical about how this game turned them into petrolheads, but t

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

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

The good thing about running two examples of the same model – 1964 Ford Galaxies in my case – is that you can contrast and compare by swapping parts around. Long before the recent round of work descri

Five seconds after climbing into a kart, I am entirely comfortable. My gloved hands find the steering wheel rim, my feet rest easily against the pedals and I am contented. Five seconds after actually