I glance in the rearview mirror - no-one behind me. Let’s see what you’ve got, I mutter, as I turn the car loose. Push the pedal hard; the revs and speed climb simultaneously. We exceed the 100mph mark, then 105, 108 and still it strains to go faster.
My nerve fails me and I slacken the pressure. An inner voice says I’ll be banned if I’m caught doing these speeds. Passing a police car my lights bob slightly at a bump on the road. Was that a wink?