The morning brought drizzle, not great weather for driving a car with no windscreen let alone a roof. I put my hat and wrap around glasses on, zipped my fleece up tight under my chin and set off into the damp with Ruth driving the support car. But once one the road the weather brightened up and the drizzle stopped.

The first few miles I trundled along, making sure all was well. The temperature gauge settled to a solid 90 degrees, there were no unusual noises, no strange vibrations... all seemed good. Now with confidence building in the car I tried out the accelerator. We changed roads making a tight left turn onto the road to Holme on Spalding Moor (flat, quiet, straight), I opened the throttle and the Tiger leapt into action with the tacho shooting round it was time to grab third gear before I knew it, in an instant 70mph had arrived, Ruth's Polo was now looking small in the mirror trying to catch up and I had a silly grin on my face. I eased off to 55/60 and Ruth caught up.

As we drove through Holme on Spalding Moor I realised it was school bus time, every bus stop had 8 or 10 kids at it. They seemed pretty amused by the sight of a Tiger, with plenty of shouts and pointing as I went passed... this tickled me. This was repeated at every village we went through, I've never driven a car that turns heads before.

After having fun on the A roads, the last half of the journey was motorway. The first thing I was aware of was I suddenly feel very small as I join the motorway behind a truck. The next thing a noticed is the amount of dust and grit in the air on the motorway. I tucked into the slip stream of a lorry and just stuck to the slow lane, I felt very vulnerable in the Tiger all of a sudden. On the motorway I also noticed the number of people turn and look as they go past... were they thinking "great car", "what the ?*%!" or "mad man!" ?

The journey home was at rush hour, again the motorway seemed no place for a Tiger in heavy traffic. On the M62 I saw a Police car perched on one of those raised viewpoint bits. I thought odds on he pulls me in for having no plates, but he never budged. Ruth in the support car said he was busy reading something, not looking at the traffic.

I came off the M62 at North Cave and headed out to Beverley. As the road leaves North Cave it makes a sharp right had turn and up a steep hill. Every car I have driven up this hill labours...Not the Tiger. I rounded this right hander at a stroll in second gear, opened the throttle once it was pointing straight up the hill... the hill disappeared, I was soon reaching for third and it was still pulling like an express train...sensory overload was creeping in with the hedge rows zipping past at an ever increasing rate, a glance down at the clock told me it was time to ease off. Next was a left/right turn to cross the A1034 and then up High Hunsley Hill (another 1/2mile of steep hill) again, the Tiger rocketed up this one without braking into a sweat.

Over the top of High Hunsley Hill I came across a Se7en related problem which I have experienced many times as a cyclist. I was driving at the speed limit, ahead of me was some on-coming traffic, some tractor type thing and a couple of cars behind it. The first car over takes, no problem. The second car sets off over taking even though there is now not much space between me and the tractor. I'm now braking hard, he is now pointing at me as if I'm in the wrong!! I've encountered cyclist blindness before (where car drivers just can't see bikes) this seems to be a case of Se7en blindness... obviously the on coming vehicle needs to be at least 5ft high before it registers as another car!