Stratos vs Stratos

What you don't do is crash. Or have a ‘moment', of even the teensiest proportions. "Remember, this car is worth €5m [£4m]," he says over the New Stratos's in-car comms system, as another gigantic tourist coach lumbers down the hillside towards us. Hands glazed in perspiration, my grip on the wheel is so vice-like I'm worried my knuckles are going to pop right out. "Yes, Mr Stoschek," I mumble, "Don't worry, I remember..."

Trouble is, this thing - a genius carbon-fibre facsimile of the legendary original - is absolutely not a car that wants to be driven slowly. In fact, it's probably one of the most aggressive cars I've ever driven, which would be fine by me were it not for its immense value, rarity (one only - that's pretty rare) and the fact that its billionaire owner is sitting about a foot away from me 2,300 metres up a bloody mountain. What's the worst that can happen? My thoughts exactly. I would die, then be killed again for good measure.