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Poor Baka. She’s a mess. Her naked carbon fibre panels are yellowed and dulled from testing different lacquer finishes. Jagged chunks are missing from her butterfly doors. Everywhere the light touches

A man wipes the soles of my shoes with a cloth. This isn’t the sort of service you usually get when climbing into a car. But then the Porsche 963 RSP isn’t your usual sort of car. It’s the sort of car

Rottweil is a small town in Germany’s Black Forest with several claims to fame. You can guess the first, not least because there are sculptures of handsome but rather intimidating dogs around the plac

The Bugatti Veyron doesn’t qualify. That fell a fraction short. Nor do any of the Holy Trinity from just a decade back, and nor did the Ferrari SF90 before the XX came along. The Lamborghini Revuelto

There are few better ways to test a car’s sense of theatre than by throwing it straight into the Mille Miglia – and we’re part of it. Not in a priceless museum piece, but in the wildest, most extrover

THE COOPER S WAS A SOGGY effort and this isn’t any better. You can forgive a hot hatch appalling ride but when it’s on top of a transmission that’s hard to gel with, an uninspiring soundtrack and impr