Someone fetch me a grid girl. I am Jenson Button. Sat here in a BAC Mono, I’ve popped into a new world, where six-foot blondes hold umbrellas to stop your expensive face catching the sun. I flick a paddle behind the steering wheel, which is more of a squashed hexagon, and the sequential ‘box thunks into first. The gates to the Top Gear track slide back, and the red light goes out. I squeeze through the gap in the still-retracting entrance - easy to judge from this central driving position - and emerge onto the tarmac. Throttle to the floor, and the Mono takes off like a furious mosquito.
Pictures: James Lipman/Rowan Horncastle
This feature first appeared in the August 2012 issue of Top Gear magazine