Why on Earth would the godfather of weight-saving not care for the mid-engined, aluminium-tubbed 900kg sports car Lotus is just about to kill off after a glorious 25-year run as a handling benchmark?
To find out, I asked Lotus if I could borrow an Elise, presently brought it along to his office, and asked GM himself to have a go. What could go wrong? Only now do I start to hope Gordon is up for this. The weather looks ominous. He’s got work to do. And I’m mucking about in his car park.
Immediately, we run slap-bang into the problem. It’s been staring me in the face as I drove the Elise down the narrow lanes around here this morning, banging my knuckles on my legs as I turned the ickle wheel, struggling to hop my size-twelves between the delicate aluminium pedals.