They say you always remember your first kiss, presumably because it leaves such a lasting impression. I reckon the same holds true for your first drive of a Williams Jet Tender. They are so small, so light, so nimble, so insanely quick yet forgiving that the sheer intensity of the experience sears itself into your memory.
I can still remember mine as if it were yesterday; it was quite a choppy day in Poole harbour and I drove that poor little Turbojet so hard, leaping over waves, hurling it into spin turns and high-speed crash stops that I ended up hurting my own back.
I’m quite a lot older and a little bit wiser these days, but I still get a flicker of anticipation every time I drive a new Williams.
