FREAK… OR UNIQUE?

Supercars are dead to me. Sports cars might as well be wheelbarrows, hot hatches roller skates for all I care, because I’ve just done a massive four-wheel drift in a Prodrive BRX Hunter and then run it up through its sequential gears as hard as I possibly can, twin-turbo V6 bawling away by my right knee. An experience every bit as singular as it sounds. Each gearchange is loosely connected to a whipcrack of fiery side exit exhaust flame even though there’s enough rain to be bouncing vertically back up from the tarmac, and yet the Hunter does not care. The Hunter is setting fire to the rain. Pyromania with the help of some violently toxic £3-per-litre fuel with an octane rating somewhere in the ‘jet’ range, yes, but by crikey, there’s not a car here – and I include the Lambo STO and Ferrari SF90 in this – that will make you vibrate with life quite like a full-fat Dakar buggy and room to play.

The best bit is that the Prodrive machine isn’t the only lightly psychotic thing