As a result of a present from Mrs J, whereby I could indulge my conviction that I am still a young testosterone-laden youth awash with derring-do, those nice people at the 6th Gear Experience  in Surrey let me drive one of their cars. So it was that, controlling my excitement with practiced nonchalance, I strolled to join my instructor in this yellow beast, and settled myself comfortably in the oh-so-low driving seat …

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