Within the kaleidoscope of stupid things car journalists get up to, driving concept vehicles has to be right up there (alongside badgering car execs to build more of the cars they sell the least of) as our biggest waste of time. Inserting yourself into a rickety shell plonked on top of whatever means of propulsion designers found lying about in the studio cupboard and hoping to discern, what? That the production car it previews won’t sound, steer, stop, ride, handle or smell remotely like this, but here’s a picture of us grinning while rolling down a hill in it anyway! It’s a futile exercise at worse, a desperate plea for clicks at best. Either way it’s not a great look and TopGear deplores it.
Except that’s me, behind the wheel of a concept car, grinning for the camera while driving not very quickly down an extremely pretty road on the Monterey Peninsula in California. Hypocrite? Me? Better get my explaining pants
