Dreams for days 😍 In this digital automotive world we live in, there is sometimes real purity to be found in embracing the analogue. Your satnav is “Eenie meenie”, your traction control is your own self restraint, and your destination is nirvana. A lightweight car, rear wheel drive, an angry four cylinder, or a rorty straight six, webers naturally. You find the perfect corners on roads you would dismiss in your digital sports/Supercar. Flow, connectivity, rythm, momentum. The slim wooden rim of a Mota-Lita, light to the touch, transmitting every nuance of the road to your finger tips. This way, that way, little bit of opposite lock on the transition. Sharp bend ahead, thinking early on the brakes, dip the clutch, blip, dip third, dip, blip, dip, second. Brace your knee against the door, roll your outside shoulder in, the steering firms up, a little more input through the corner, clip the long grass on the apex, and then back on the throttle hard. The butterfly’s of six individual carburettor barrels open wide, the intoxicating roar of induction. The rear quarter exit exhaust is right up against the banked verge, a deep muscular baritone, sonorous in its fanfare. You crest the hill, a twenty mile view opens up. Like I said, dreams for days. Have a good week everyone, you’ll find me at my desk with an idiotic grin on my face.