The other day I drove to Cornwall and back in the Nomad. 503 miles all told to go and spend a bit of time with the chaps from Bloodhound seeing just how fast their jet car will accelerate. Did 0-200mph in 7.6secs on its fastest run, about twice as fast as the Koenigsegg Agera RS did during its record breaking 0-400-0kmh run, if you’re interested.
Anyway, 500 miles in the Nomad with a day’s work sandwiched in the middle. You might think I’m mad. Half the people in the office think I’m mad. Up until the point they drive the Ariel. Because this is not a car like other lightweights. From Atom to BAC Mono to Caterham they’re all sharp, darty and hyperactive. The Nomad is different. It has a different, way more relaxed gait, sits happily and calmly at speed, barely stresses the Fox dampers. It’s languid. Chilled.
I’m not saying no philosophical adjustment is needed, but I went in to the 5am start unconcerned and arrived home 17 hours later perfectly jolly. The five Ps: Perfect Preparation Prevents Pathetic Performance.