ROD KER I DROVE AN F1 CAR!
Last issue I dredged the memory banks to recount what happened when my tatty Reliant Scimitar automatic took a wrong turn and stumbled onto a racetrack. A fibreglass fish out of water, you might say, but not as much as you might imagine. Remembering that warm, sunny day at Curborough Sprint Course nudged my thoughts in the direction of an earlier journalistic escapade, driving a Formula 1 car, on a day that was neither warm nor sunny.
Yes, a genuine F1 car. And it really happened – I have the proof in
