I can feel it coming, a faint tickle in the sinuses, but I can’t stop now. The battered Audi A3 I’ve been following at a steady 110mph has just peeled right, revealing a stretch of three-lane autobahn perfection – empty, approximately straight, well-sighted, dry. Systems check: vmax mode sinks the carbon spoiler closer to the bootlid, switch the exhausts to Spitfire and any stragglers up ahead should have fair warning. I give it all the throttle, mashing the pedal into the footwell with unnecessary force, searching for an extra millimetre of squidge from the carpet covering the bulkhead.
Images: Rowan Horncastle
This feature was originally published in issue 288 of Top Gear magazine