Drive to thrive

You become detached from reality quite quickly at an event such as the Supercar Driver Secret Meet, which took place at Silverstone on 17 June. Lamborghini Murciélago? Yawn. Mercedes-Benz SLR McLaren?

I TEND TO sort emails like someone ripping defective products off a conveyer belt at blur speed. If it’s selling, yelling or not compelling, it’s instantly deleted. ‘Subject line: Ferraris to Le Mans’

M y life is really great at the moment and I seem to spend a huge amount of time thinking back to the times when my main mission seemed to be to f*ck it all up. Looking back to driving 180 miles per h

I’VE NEVER DRIVEN MONZA BEFORE SO JUMP AT the chance of a leisurely lap in an SUV. At the first chicane I realise that I know exactly where I am: this is where Verstappen parked his car on top of Hami

JUST HOW FAR HAVE WE COME SINCE THE 1980s? The hatchback I’m driving has 324bhp coursing through its front wheels. Deployed with a modicum of skill and mechanical sympathy, that’s sufficient to launch

Because of pesky inconveniences like the occasional bankruptcy, mutual loathing and being literally dead, history has not recorded what Ettore Bugatti reckoned to a LaFerrari, if Enzo would’ve rated a