Spent an hour driving down the M1 in torrential, horizontal rain tonight and what an experience. I have arrived at my destination sapped of all mental and physical energy, such were the demands of conditions in my car at circa motorway speeds. The cars inherent tramlining nature is magnified when a puddle is crossed, with rapid, violent grabs of the steering wheel forcing reflex and instinct reactions. Overtaking juggernoughts with momentary blindness caused by spray is an absolutely terrifying, yet perversely gratifying experience. The knowledge of calculated risk over the satisfaction of conquest is a relatively new concept to me, one I am sure is familiar to many extreme sport competitors. I have turned the engine off, with the pleasant music of the engine ticking whilst cooling down, and a satanic smile on my face as I make my way up my drive.