Everyday supercar

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

Owning something powered by a dozen cylinders is the idle fancy of many of us. The silky-smooth torque delivery matched with a potent punch of performance when ‘the taps are opened’ is peak automotive

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’

BANANA SKIDS IS EASILY ASSIGNED, BUT WHAT ABOUT the others? Delving into Barker’s cornucopia of cheap confectionery, we pluck some more sugary sticks from the multicoloured bag and lay them out on the

Conditions were perfect. It was a warm, dry afternoon and we were yards from a lightly trafficked and derestricted German autobahn. I joined from the sliproad, saw there was nothing in front, checked

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?