JUDGE’S NOTES: HENRY CATCHPOLE
DOWN ONE, TWO, THREE GEARS. ONE, two, three yelps, each higher than the last. There’s no disguising what you’re about to do in the Huracán. In front of me its two huge tailpipes squat with the rest of the car and the sound of the V10 rips the Scottish air asunder. Barker is keen for dinner.
Thankfully I’d
