I believe my response was “Hell, yeah!”
A stupid o’clock alarm clock got me out of bed and in the car by 6:30 and off on a lovely country drive through the Cotswolds and on towards Silverstone. The destination was just behind the Hanger straight and I pulled up next to some primer coloured MX5 and met up with Jobbo. We had breakfast including petit fours, which was a novelty.
The usual briefing and a pitch for the human performance centre and we wandered out to the cars. We had agreed to try a 718 and 911S and I went out in the 718 first. We put the roof down and went for a couple of slow laps of the first circuit. Aside from warming the car up, I suspect it was so the driving coach could make an initial assessment. Passing was strictly by consent and on the instructions of the driving coach. So, the 718. It’s great. It’s really great. It’s not noticeably turbo’d and with 350 odd bhp, it shifts. Aside from the noise, the highlight was the steering. It just follows your eyes. Even as I built up speed, it was direct and with my driving style, it wasn’t understeering and if anything, I was leaning on the rear tyres and had a couple of oversteer moments.
We did some skidding on low friction wet surfaces and worked on faster correction, constant and consistent throttle, and extending my focus into the further distance. The improvement from just those simple steps was massive.
After a quick break, Jobbo and I swapped cars. The 911S is feral! The jump up to 450bhp is remarkable and they deploy it in vastly different ways. The 911 is a phenomenal thing. Yes, it’s monstrously fast, very stable and sounds glorious but the brakes were the most remarkable. We did a launch control start up to 62mph, hard on the brakes to a stop, a second launch control start up to 62mph and back to zero in under 300m! The more technical and trickier circuit had 100mph+ straights, off camber corners, a hairpin at the bottom of a hill and some faster sweeping corners. I also got the coach to take me on a couple of laps so I could watch how he was so much smoother and faster than me.
Parking up at the end, Jobbo asked me to touch the tires. They were not only hot but sticky. Properly sticky! I’ve never seen that on a road car before. I’m sure Jobbo can remind me what tyres they are.
After that, there was a spot of lunch and a trip to the Silverstone Museum. If you’re in the area… don’t bother, really. As a museum, it’s badly laid out, doesn’t seem to understand what story it’s telling and is £27 to look at a few dozen interesting cars.