I bought a 21-year-old V8 British sports car during the pandemic; it was the best thing I ever did – Telegraph.co.uk

Or clunk the stubby, hefty gearstick down a ratio and prod the throttle to hear it sing, feeling the power swell as you eke out the last few revs. For while this engine is a lazy V8 at heart, it also loves to be wrung out, rewarding you with that glorious, thudding soundtrack and an almost surprising dollop of top-end torque.

They say you shouldnt meet your heroes. But as youve probably guessed, I love this car. Its a bit of a flawed diamond, lacking the precision of a Porsche of the technical efficiency of an Audi, but making up for that with character in spades. From the moment you pop open the door using the button hidden under the mirror, of course it feels like an event.

And what about that famed reliability? Well, Ive had to call out the RAC twice although in both instancesI blame myself, rather than the car. The first time Id managed to get the seatbelt stuck; the second, I forgot to leave it plugged into the trickle chargerand the alarm system flattened the battery.

Otherwise, the TVR hasnt yet put a foot wrong in a thousand miles of motoring. Long may it continue.

Heres to good things coming out of a very bad time for the world. And to understanding wives.

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