Skydiving or crochet? A gentle ramble across the Yorkshire Dales or a masochistic 20-mile obstacle course filled with the dubious promise of mud in your unmentionables? Bridge club or superclub? It’s virtually impossible to define “fun” in any meaningful way, simply because we all have different versions of the recipe.
But when it comes to “fun” in cars, I defy you to be able to ignore a little bit of light hooliganism. Because stupid and unproductive has been fun since man first told jokes about mammoth trunks. Pointlessness is fun. You can intellectualise it, give it meaningful weight and psychological purpose, but if it makes you happy, then that’s the definition. And some of us aren’t all that intellectual.
Photography: John Wycherley
This feature was originally published in issue 285 of Top Gear magazine.