A lot has been written about Sicily. Geographically it is separated from Italy and therefore from mainland Europe only by the Straits of Messina and it is sixty odd miles north of Malta. Sicily is the largest island in the Mediterranean, hosting the tallest active volcano in Europe (Mount Etna) and, due to its geo-physical qualities, it offers a spectacularly varied terrain ranging from snow-capped mountain ranges to long sandy beaches, rivers, sea-side cliffs and impressive views both inland and along the coast.
A few days ago I was lucky enough to drive a Porsche 911 (2011 Gen 2 997 Carrera S PDK) for the very first time. I won’t be getting used to the smell, the feel or the sound… it was a stolen kiss with a beautiful girl I’ve publicly had a crush on for ages…
And the emotions are just as hard to describe.
My first foray into motorsport came in the form of a social track-day with the Honda S2000. It was timed and I was hooked. Time became my arch nemesis. Money was spent on brake pads, semi-slicks, three way adjustable shocks and I slashed four seconds from my first attempt. Then I sold the Honda, bought a Lotus Exige, took it to the same track and on the first run out I was a further four seconds slower. Brakes upgraded, gearbox lowered and cooling sorted and I took my time down by a further two full seconds. Time has been a particular enemy to have. Constant, inflexible and with an annoying tick. But something inside me feels the need for a new challenge. I want sharks breathing down my neck and I want to bet with myself on how late the car in front of me will brake. I want to enter circuit racing, give it a shot, and I want to enjoy it.
So I bought a Radical.