Today I went for a ride in Michel’s (SIC7) Birkin. Had no windscreen so I got bashed about by the wind. Had no roof so I got a bit sunburnt. Had very little room so I was squashed and stiff when I got out. Had an old stock 4A-GE that felt like my dads car on the straight. But when we got to the twisties and the sign was saying 55km/h and we were doing somewhere over 100 I first shat myself and then relaxed with a grin as I felt the car grip the road like a fat kid gripping a chocolate. These things are a drivers car. Me like. Me want.