Before a certain Bicester Motion Sunday Scramble, I’d never seen a Mitsubishi Pajero Evolution in the metal. Which is saying something, because mine is a 24/7 car addiction in a household of addicts who also work in the car industry. Other than dog walks and cleaning out the chickens, you will mostly find me and my other half hunting horsepower.
I vividly remember the moment my eyes met a Passion Red Evolution. It was in the biggest hangar, and I remember it being alone, although apparently it wasn’t. Such was my tunnel vision I have simply edited out the other cars. It owned that room. It owned me. I immediately wanted to own it.
The following few diary entries explain what happened next.
