Hopefully only temporarily by my pride and joy has had to go back in today under the warranty for the replacement engine. Heaven knows how long.
In the meantime I find myself in a Seat Ibiza and it feels for all the world like I am riding in a go cart with my arse a couple of inches from the road. It might be quieter, it might even have a heater (who wants it in this weather) but it is not the same, how I miss already, the upright driving position, the positive feedback of the engine noise, and the "real" steering.
I reckon people who drive in that sort of thing everyday have forgotten what it means to drive, there is so little feeling of connection with what you are doing.