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.
