God, it’s hot. I’m perspiring like an overweight man in a Chewbacca costume running the New York marathon and strapped in so tightly that it’s becoming unlikely my wife and I will ever have children of our own. I turn my head a few degrees towards a mechanic, before the HANS device halts the rotation, and enquire politely in a higher register than expected exactly why I’ve been left here to boil in my own juices.
“It is raining. We wait for the rain to stop, or we swap the slicks for intermédiaires,” he shouts over the air jacks lifting the car off the pit floor. Secretly I’m hoping we go with the intermediates whatever the meteorological outcome – even on a mildly moist Jerez racetrack, this car is going to be a handful.
Photography: Rowan Horncastle
This feature was originally published in the January 2016 issue of Top Gear magazine.