At the end of last month, I took my vacation, and during these 12 days I did not drive a car at all. I didn’t even go to the car as a passenger. For a rest, I went to the islands of Silly, which is next to Cornwall. It was here that most of my childhood passed, my happiest summer. Once I was naughty here, like all children. Therefore, I know the islands like my fingers. The islands are very small, and therefore, if desired, they can be circumvented in a day. The result of my trip was a thirst, an irresistible thirst for speed. And as soon as I returned to England, I immediately sat in a comfortable M3 chair and felt pleasure from returning to the world of automobile pleasure from speed. Feelings were like those as if I were in a completely new, untouched car, as if all the levers and buttons have never been used by anyone else. This list can be continued for a very long time, but if briefly, it is comparable to the fact that I was again at home. It was so unexpectedly pleasant and convenient how to take the first real steps for a child.
Passing a kilometer per kilometer, the brain and muscles remembered everything that went into a dull void in just a few days. Each movement has become in harmony with another. The programs began to switch very quickly and accurately, the legs began to work skillfully and gently, like an arbitrary dance when demonstrating a professional. And in general, my actions became more calm – I seemed to open the car again. And it’s just fine – M3, with all its accuracy and sports, has become a wonderful machine to restore the memory of the art of driving.