It’s always good to name things after
memorable things. And for anyone who ever spent any time in the south of France the name of Paul Ricard will forever be associated with high octane...
Redbull may give you wings, but, in the absence of being able to fly, a Vespa may just be your best bet.
I'm sure there is too much of a good thing.
There's certainly too much of something you
think is a good thing but which others older
and wiser tell you is a bad thing.
When I was a kid I used to collect a very
glossy American car magazine. The posters
emblazoned my walls. From Vector W8’s
through Strosek and Ruf Porsches.
And then there were the Lambos.
The Panigale R has 195bhp and weighs
only 386lbs. It doesn't take a genius to imagine
how that translates in terms of performance.
Nothing short of being shot out of a canon
As I stood on the terrace with pink bubbles in
hand it was hard not to reflect upon the story
an acquaintance had once regaled me with.
He lives in the penthouse next to where I was
standing. So it was difficult to caste it out of
mind as I beheld the mayhem before me.
I was more than a bit concerned. To put it mildly. An invite to visit Biserno from the legendary Marchese Ludovico Antinori. A 600km trek across Italy in limited time. And a Mercedes Benz.
It was an untypical week of exceptional
experiences and toys. And the most hooligan of
motorcycles on the market parked in the path
leading to the front door.