All hail the maestro....................I HAVE BEEN fortunate enough to meet Gordon Murray on several occasions, though I am not sure his joy at discovering we would be sitting together at various functions over the years was ever quite as untrammelled as my own. Of course, we share an adoration of (and an addiction to) Lotus Elans – I’ve had three, he currently has three – which is always a good ice-breaker and never fails to tease out a decent anecdote, such as his only disappointment with the McLaren F1 being
that he didn’t get the steering quite as good as an Elan’s. I would then nod sagely, of course, before promptly taking advantage of the moment to mention that I have indeed also driven an F1. Trust me, no motoring journalist in any situation has ever spurned the opportunity to boast about driving an F1; it just has that magic, like a Ferrari GTO.
Conversation usually then strays away from cars. Though I am largely ignorant of
the level of Americana in which he dabbles, I do have a jukebox (a Rock-Ola
