The terrain is diabolical. It’s familiar enough to start with - easy sweeping lefts and rights for about a mile of stage one. Then Quinn hollers, “Sharp right at the second arrows!”
“Nah,” I think. “All I can see out the window is some mucky brown cliff.”
“Go on, go on, up there,” Quinn confirms in a suitably vigorous tone. We have no pictures of it, and I’m still not sure how the Defender yomped up that muddy wall quite so easily, but the terrain…
You know how extreme off-road driving can be, and how everything has to be done in first gear, and you crawl about the place at weird angles, gently encouraged by a heftily bearded chap in camo gear who just can’t wait to use his winch?
Well, now imagine racing through all that, battering through axle-twisting, chassis-wrenching terrain as fast as you dare without breaking the car. Fat chance of that – I’ll break well before the Defender does.