“ferrari for italians is like the spitfire for us″

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 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’

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

Over the past 20 years, I’ve driven 34 different Formula 1 cars in total, including 14 world championship winners and one from every decade from the pre-war 1937 Aston Martin to Lewis Hamilton’s title

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?

Ah, 1985: heart of the decade of Cold War superpowers and Dayglo socks. The year of Marty McFly and Back to the Future – “You made a time machine – out of a DeLorean?” Dodgy Sylvester Stallone action