WHENEVER I want a break from work, I head to our office canteen and find a quiet table.
Admittedly, it is not much of an escape. After all, my bosses and other colleagues can easily find me.
However, what I’m after is just a few minutes of daydreaming and letting my mind wander. And inevitably, I’ll lose myself in my favourite fantasy, which I like to call Auto Utopia.
Indeed, when I close my eyes, scenes of unspoiled beaches and Alpine lakes begin rushing by. When they stop, perhaps I’ll begin hearing the mechanical purity of a naturally aspirated flat-6 or V8, with their revs rising and exhausts popping.
What exactly is in my driver’s paradise? Well, for one thing, it would be a kingdom of sorts, with me as…
