29 Oct 2014
  My daily commute is suddenly a rally stage. I can’t help it; I find myself driving the 9 miles that separate my house from where I work at maximum attack. My drive-way is the starting ramp, the office car-park the finish line. Every corner has a line, every bump is a yump, and every straight – however short – an overtaking opportunity. I find myself heel-and-toeing every downshift not because I...
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