Just past a field of grazing sheep lay a security entrance. I topped a gentle crest and the view widened. My left thumb clicked at the handbrake button as I toyed with the idea of a sharp about-face. I slowed to check for oncoming traffic before veering off down a track with no discernible markings. Was this a good idea? Who was this guy I was meeting? Where the hell was this place? I glanced down at my complex route directions, then realised my turning was about to appear on a blind bend. The car was busy but my mind, as usual, was elsewhere. The suspension shuddered as I braked hard on the worn tarmac and rounded a long hairpin. I still had plenty of time, but this journey was worth enjoying, so I kept pulling gears and cranked the stereo. Leaves spattered away from the spinning wheels. LAWRENCE Contents Cover Title Page Epigraph Chapter 1 - Audition Chapter 2 - Need for Speed Chapter 3 - Winning Chapter 4 - Snakes & Ladders Chapter 5 - Le Mans 24 Chapter 6 - Daytona Endurance Chapter 7 - The New Stig Chapter 8 - Green Fatigue Chapter 9 - Live at Earl’s Court Chapter 10 - Rockingham Chapter 11 - Hard Routine Chapter 12 - Tortoise or the Hare Chapter 13 - Chin Strap Chapter 14 - Cowell’s got Talent Chapter 15 - A Walk in the Park Photographic Insert Chapter 16 - Pass or Fail Chapter 17 - Happy Landings Chapter 18 - Stars in Reasonably Priced Cars Chapter 19 - Driving Blind Chapter 20 - Taking the Rough with the Smooth Chapter 21 - If It’s Got Wheels Chapter 22 - Bitten by the Bug Chapter 23 - Track Record Photographic Insert Chapter 24 - Match of the Day Chapter 25 - Smoke and Mirrors Chapter 26 - Jet Man Chapter 27 - Street Fighting Chapter 28 - London Calling Chapter 29 - Pedal on the Right Chapter 30 - The Scud Chapter 31 - Untamed: Hampshire Heist Chapter 32 - Bus Racing Chapter 33 - Loose Cannon Chapter 34 - The White Bubble Chapter 35 - Who is the Stig? Chapter 36 - Give My Regards to Dunsfold EpilogueĪcknowledgements Index Copyright About the Publisher Chapter 1 Audition Intermittent shafts of sunlight sliced across the damp carriageway through the canopy of trees. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.T. Mum, your moral compass is a shining light thank you for putting up with me. THE MAN IN THE WHITE SUIT THE STIG, LE MANS, THE FAST LANE AND ME BEN COLLINSĭad, thank you for every opportunity that life brought through your guidance.
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