I snuck out of school (upper sixth) to test drive that. It was a cold November day, greasy roads, and drizzling. I remember opening the taps coming off a roundabout, feeling the front wash out and then hook up. In that moment I became Paddy Hopkirk. The whoosh of the induction, the blare of the stainless steel exhaust, my hunched position trying to fold my gangly frame behind the wheel. Nothing felt like it. Nothing has since. I still want one. I still look that one up. I still regret not buying it.