Unlike friends and family I’m not a big Grand Prix fan. I watch the races and marvel at the spectacle. But four wheels…getting from A to B a bit smartish? That said, Gudgeon is not immune. While not the nutter of my 20s and 30s, there are occasions when I’m prepared to admit that motoring can be fun. This morning, for instance: decent music (a zillion decibels) on the stereo, empty rural roads, the smell of burnt rubber – on my own and keen to push the envelope, as they say. Only to have some retard emerge from a side road and destroy what was shaping up to be the drive of all time. Prats, all of ’em.