Hammond drives the icons: Shelby Cobra

The only thing is, knowing this one has the real-deal, 7.0-litre V8 up front, I can't quite shake the idea that it might just leap up and kill me before I've even got in. I resisted the temptation to hop straight in over the door, and duly hinged it open to clamber in over the broad sill. Predictably enough, starting it results in a sinister, wet rumble - it's like revving a T-Rex's digestive tract.