Threading through town, it felt rather ordinary. The engine note was that of any bread-and-butter Japanese four-pot. Pulling out into open country, there didn’t seem to be a huge amount of grunt – the S2000 felt competent enough, but nothing special. It did have a pleasant cabin and the gearchange was a delight, but given the enthusiasm with which colleagues had greeted Honda’s latest foray into sports cars, I was rather nonplussed.
The engine wanted to rev, however. I pulled onto the old A40 and found that I had it to myself. It was a lovely, sunny day and the hood was down. It would have been rude not to give it some beans, so I snicked down a gear and
