One Hundred and Fifty Miles an Hour. The speedometer needle is almost motionless. A muted sound of rushing wind. The hard-edged growl of the 4.4 litre V8 engine, spinning smoothly at 500rpm. The faint whistle of the twin turbochargers.
Palms dry on the thick-rimmed steering wheel.
Attention focused on the track ahead. The car seems to be reeling in the tarmac, hungry, insatiable. Mulsanne corner seems to rush towards you. Unhurried, you move your foot from throttle to brake. Again, it's not just the power of the brakes that reassures you, but their precision.