My colleagues have done it the easy way: heated seats and clever AWD systems have seen them slither balletically around TopGear’s Ice Extravaganza and emerge looking like they’ve spent the day in the sauna. I, however, have a bunch of cars shorn of such fripperies as heaters, roofs and, er, wheels. I need gumption. And, apparently, borderline frostbite.
I’d expected metaphorical cold feet. When my first taste of BAC’s crackpot Mono - singular in its hardcore focus and seating arrangement - coincides with my first-ever wheeled foray on a frozen lake, I think some wary lightness at the pit of my stomach is forgivable. What I hadn’t bargained for were literal cold feet.
Pictures: Rowan Horncastle
This feature was originally published in the April 2015 issue of Top Gear magazine