The Stig versus the Mercedes SLS Black

It’s full of fuel and running on fresh Michelin Pilot Sport Cup rubber. That’s around 15 minutes of abuse before he’s back in, 15 minutes for me to work out how I can distract him, not just so I can have a go, but because I need that car, registration S-LS 6342, in one piece. You see, in 17 hours’ time, as Monday morning gets underway, I want to be 965 kilometres away from here in a small village called Affalterbach in southern Germany, trying to locate Sunday Jonathan. Pondering this, I stroll into the pit lane. Fifteen seconds later. I have a plan…