Yes, I’m writing about cars again. There were a few months when I couldn’t get hold of any press demonstrators, and even if I could have done, there was nowhere I could go in them without being branded a “Covidiot”. But all that suddenly changed the other day when a man from Volkswagen arrived with a T-Roc cabriolet. Which looked awful.
It had been a while, though, since I’d gone for a drive, so I leapt aboard and put my foot down. And a mile later — a mile — I still hadn’t reached the national speed limit. Yes, I know that I was going uphill and that I was in sixth, but the car’s stubborn refusal to accelerate meant that I turned round, went home and did farming instead. Then an all-electric Porsche Taycan Turbo arrived.