Hi all, sorry for the slow reply! Got an invite to a drunk night / BBQ last night, so couldn't get back on here.
We cooked alive in the Proton for nigh on 4 hours due to traffic, with no air con, it was really really nasty
Eventually, after being ripped off for a pasty at the services, we got to Gloucester and found the very well hidden road the guy lives on, and got the paperwork sorted. Getting used to driving a petrol was very odd, given the shorted clutch throw and different pedal feel, and I didn't actually feel the car was that quick as I was only sitting the lower revs upto the M5.
But when we got on the sliproad....

Jesus that thing flies!

All home in one piece, my mate in the Proton was sat behind me and I could see the sweat dripping down his face, I was frozen due to the epic air con
Pics outside my mates house:
Edit@Amoeba: No worries, come for a ride any time you like. I did that with Andy's T16, and a month later I had one, be warned
