A first car isn't transport - it's a coming-of-age ritual. A Mini Cooper S at eighteen, the friendships it built, a tearful goodbye in a garage - and, eight years later, the return: an R56 John Cooper Works as a gift to myself.
In Melbourne, facing one of the most beautiful coastal roads in the world, we did the opposite of the obvious: we skipped the convertibles and the fast stuff and booked a Suzuki Jimny. A trip about why, on certain roads, the slow car is the right car.
Twenty years after the first time I sat in a 911 pretending to drive, I took a train to a place just north of Nottingham to collect my own. A story about dreams that take their time - with an F12 in the background, ice-grey seatbelts, and a heart rate of 160.
An M4 Competition, a 718 with the roof stowed, and the Halkidiki forest road that feels like a tunnel of oak trees. groundspeed's first road trip, exactly as it happened.
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