We are an endangered species, you and I. We lovers of speed. We devotees of power, performance and noise.
“Go away”, we are told, “and take your carbon-fibre and your fire-spitting V12s with you”.
There’s hardly a place out here for us anymore, not amongst all the commuters and congestion. Not in this growing age of safety and restraint, where practicality trumps adrenalin. Where the ratio of miles to the gallon is championed over horsepower to the weight.
The evidence is everywhere. You and I are being squeezed out, pushed aside and hunted down at every hairpin turn.
And yet there is hope. There is a safe haven, a place where we are free to challenge conventions, push the laws of physics and drive our powerful, our beautiful machines hard.
It’s not a racetrack in Germany or even a highway in Montana. It’s not even a real place, actually. It’s more than that. It’s a communal celebration of horsepower, torque, grip, leather, technology, beauty. It is the last bastion of automotive lust and it’s right there, in your living room.
Forza Motorsport 4 came out last week and I completely forgot about it! How could I have done that? Will definitely have to pick it up as soon as I can!