THE SPORTS CAR ENJOYS AN IMAGE in some quarters as a lone-ranger, borderline-selfish creation, to be enjoyed by the driver and the driver alone. In reality, though, I think sports cars are at their best when they’re shared experiences.
The evo Caterham is a good case study for this theory. It’s been a bonding agent for friends, neighbours, and complete strangers. Anyone and everyone wants to chat whenever I stop in a car park or at a petrol station. Closer to home, while I’ve been playing the game of bike-and-lawnmower Tetris that’s involved in getting the Caterham into, or extricating it from, my garage, neighbours have popped over for brief chats, which have turned into longer conversations and, inexorably, passenger rides in the Seven.
They’ve all been as captivated by…