They say there's a first time for everything - and that you never seem to forget it. Don't get me wrong, this writer is more than open to welcome new experiences but when one too many firsts are thrown at you, things tend to get a little bit squeamish.
Judge all you want but imagine this scenario for a moment. It's your first time driving at Sepang, you get into a left-hand drive car - again for the first time - and hear the bark of a naturally-aspirated 5.2 litre V10 fire up behind you.
Before even acclimatising to the alien sensations that bombard every fibre of my being, the walkie goes off. "Last car ready? Ready? Okay, follow me." As philosophised by Eminem, my palms were sweaty, knees weak and arms felt absurdly heavy as I trundled down the pit lane.
More sensory chaos after the jump.
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