though it could do with more back padding. If the last one felt like lying directly on bed slats, this one's more like a posh futon. The ride is obviously firm, but the slightly longer wheelbase and more cultured damping seem to take the edge off it.
As we circle Paris, on the Périphérique, we're caught in a swarm of hatchbacks - some of which disappear for minutes in the enormous rear three-quarter blind spot - but at least the newfound rear visibility makes it easier to see them coming. You can see it in the mirror, which itself is far more useful than the one in the old Exige, thanks to the advent of that rear screen. And it's torquey, with sixth handling everything up from 40mph. The engine's right behind your head, but unlike the smaller outgoing 1.8-litre, this one settles into an easy-going cruise. This feature was originally published in the May 2012 issue of Top Gear magazine And I'm here in a car that should handle both. An abbreviated version is still here (now known as the Circuit de Charade), with the rest now forming a gnarly public road, set deep in the Auvergne Mountains. But others weren't so lucky, and the track was dropped after Helmut Marko was partially blinded by a flying stone in '72.
Better to be hit by grit than to throw up behind a visor. So, despite the bits of lava being spat at their heads by cars in front, most ditched their full-face helmets for a pair of goggles and a thin balaclava. Even the toughest blokes felt queasy here. The Clermont-Ferrand track wound around an extinct volcano, with 48 turns in three minutes, or one every four seconds.
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Formula One drivers faced a grim choice at the French GP in the Sixties and Seventies: a face full of gravel or a helmet full of vomit.
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