The wheels on the car go round and round, I know that because you can see them. Well, you can when you go for a ride in a Caterham sports car. Some friends of ours recently purchased such a vehicle. When offered a ride I jumped at the chance of nervously, not at all elegantly, lowering myself into the passenger seat. I was given the steering wheel to hold whilst my driver (aka Antony) leapt in elegantly and expertly. I dutifully pretended to drive, as does every other person in a similar situation apparently, good not to disappoint. After being strapped in with the 29 point harness (only 4 really), a process similar to an Alton Towers ride, we were ready to go. At the push of a button, and the roar of the engine we were off.
I think I remember shouting awesome as the car raced rather quickly it felt, to the speed limit, which was actually only 30 mph, goodness knows what it’s like at top speeds. We whizzed through the streets of Sheffield and I could see the wheels going round reassuringly, the fender things rattling away, and the wing mirrors were vibrating so much there was no chance of seeing anything approaching from behind, not that I imagine anything else on the road had a chance. We reached some roadworks, boo you might say, but these provided the perfect chicane for Antony to show off the cornering. Surprisingly good suspension, surprisingly good weather for a South Yorkshire evening, and no surprises when I got out, it must have been one of the most inelegant scenes the street had seen all year, think kayak and that’s pretty close.
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| The dog wondering if he can beat a Caterham |
The clambering was worthwhile, it was like being in a shark, crossed with chitty chitty bang bang, very very cool and to be recommended.
