On the slippery slope to a competition addiction

I SUCCUMBED. OR, as younger people say, I caved. I’d been looking at my Phantom’s bodywork (the victim of a blow-over respray prior to my renewed ownership, after a white ‘wrap’ was removed) and alway

Into my penguin suit and off to the Royal Automobile Club on London’s Pall Mall to enjoy Motor Sport UK’s Night of Champions, where the championship winners of 2025 were to be celebrated. If you think

I trooped off to the year’s first Bicester Scramble with the rest of the sell-out crowd, to enjoy (among other highlights) a huge display of TWR road and racing cars, gathered to commemorate 50 years

BRAKES! BRAAAKES!!THE LAST SHOUTED FROM THE WHOLE CHEST, FINGERNAILS CLEAVING INTO THE JESUS HANDLE ON THE LAND CRUISER'S CENTRE CONSOLE. HE STIG HAS LITERALLY NO SELF-CONTROL. Or sense of self-preser

A recent track day triggered memories of a cheap and cheerful track experience idea that me and my friends cooked up in the village pub 40 years ago

IN a previous report, I hinted at how much I was looking forward to running our Volkswagen Golf R Black Edition in the colder months. I’d already got a sense of what the all-wheel-drive hot hatch was