I knew they would come around to it. I’d driven the Caterham from Gatwick to our shoot location, mostly roof up because of the rain, to the apparent sympathy of other testers. None of whom, I noted, volunteered to take a stint. Two days later, for the journey home, you couldn’t stop ’em. “I could get a couple of hours in for you, if that would help,” they volunteered. No, ta. I’ll take the great roads, then the humdrum, knowing that, overall, I will have had the best journey of anyone.…
