It’s 7:30am on the Isle of Man. It’s so cold, the snot in my nose has frozen solid, I’ve lost all feeling in my toes and icy rain water is leaking into my trousers. My mood should be lifted by the sight of the BAC Mono in front of me, but instead it fills me with dread. I’m about to set off in what amounts to a racing car with zero electronic aids on roads that are so wet they may as well be lined with banana skins.
Photos: Rowan Horncastle
This feature was originally published in issue 290 of Top Gear magazine