After my somewhat disappointing track outing at Bedford, I immediately set about remedying what I perceived to be the excessive understeer my Spider was afflicted with.
The day after I picked up the F430, Phil James came over in his glorious Espada and we pootled down to my local in a highly carbon-conscious V20 convoy. (Well, a lot of my car is made from carbon. Philâ€™s classic just enjoys emitting it!)
"You should never meet your hero" so the cynics say. Does that also apply to "You should never buy your dream car"?