BAC Mono driven in Death Valley
Now, a few months later, I'm pointing the BAC Mono towards a hazy, distant horizon, punching through the F3 race-spec sequential gearbox like Muhammad Ali laying one on George Foreman, feeling the hot desert air whip vigorously across my crash helmet, before letting rip with a heartfelt "Waaaaahhhh!" under-the-visor ululation. Suddenly, Death Valley looks like the most beautiful place on God's - mostly green, though not here - Earth, and things are even more exhilarating than I'd dared hope. Mad car, even madder place.
Ever since grabbing two banzai laps of Dunsfold during TopGear's 2012 Speed Week, I've been somewhat obsessed with introducing the BAC Mono to Death Valley. Why? Because the Mono is the most singular, single-minded, selfishly brilliant car ever, and consists only of the things it needs to go fast, handle properly and ride well. Nothing else. Nada. Zip. Zilch.