Heaven

When I was doing my first degree I had a friend whose family had significant amounts of money. He didn’t just have his own car, he had a motorbike, and a bloody race car! On a handful of Sundays during term-time, his father (or it might have been his butler)  would tow it to various events in the South East, and Christian would toodle along in his Golf and compete in hillclimbs and sprints. Occasionally, he would take it to a circuit to test it. He told me that if I got my National B licence I could have a go.