Anecdotes about tyres are aplenty. Our favourite one is where “the Professor” of tarmac Gilles Panizzi, provocatively asked after another lacklustre go at the wheel of a Lancer WRC, whether he wouldn’t have preferred a Peugeot instead, answered with a question: “But which tyre on you ask?” There is no speed unless there is grip. Take the world’s best suspension set and it is useless unless it can rely upon a good rubber, well-chosen for a given car’s type of handling. The choice we mention is one of our most cheerful duties as we care to maintain our cars well. It is also the single most effective tuning method you can possibly apply. No wonder than that it was pure joy to us to accept an invitation from Continental to fly to Southern France and find out for ourselves that the “black chilis” are actual game-changers in the UHP tyres segment. Indeed, on very smooth and predictable tarmac they worked brilliantly. However, true life is down here, with non-linear grip, pools of water and roadwork services preparing all sorts of clever traps to badly surprise unexpecting drivers. Are the new Continentals armed and ready to stand the test? We will learn soon as we chose to fit them to the wheels of some of our cars.



When we’re after delicious food and delightful landscape, we know where to go and set our compass for Italy. For technological perfection and efficacy our Western neighbour is the place to go. France for us is synonymous with endless loops of magnificent roads with charming châteaux interspersed along them. But in our opinion nobody else seems to understand the motoring as profoundly as the British. They prove that time after time with words, images, passionate debates and chats. And this is what Goodwood Festival of Speed is all about. Its perfect organisation, rather than dictated by unyielding procedures or demands of sponsors, comes from tactful people full of experience, class and skilful spontaneity – people including the organiser and the public. We are immensely impressed by everything we have experienced on the lawns of Goodwood Estate, so we are quite univocal about our intent to be back next year.




Gentlemen, start your madness! Since the dawn of car races the world hasn’t seen another run so fiercely contested, so full of sheer danger, putting competitors’ courage and humanity to such a cruel test. The machinery running here has to demonstrate incredible endurance and their preparation requires huge amounts of time, know-how and money. No wonder the sponsors involved in financial support for the runners rank among Poland’s leading capital groups (see the livery / logo on the leading car’s bonnet). In a word: welcome to Supercar Club Poland Wreck Race. This 2019 edition was especially successful in the sense nobody was hurt. To win here is more than survive and champagne on the podium never before tasted so good.




Lost in translation is exactly what we’d face trying to explain how we spent the Club’s eight anniversary dinner and where. And yet, let’s try anyway. Imagine a time capsule restaurant in downtown Warsaw remembering pale old days well behind the Iron Curtain. Late 50’s, 60’ and 70’s back in the Communist Block, all austerity, deficit and inefficiency, but pumped up with outrageous propaganda by the party in rule. And partying we did, boy, for what else remained but to party and at least have some fun – after all it was for a reason that Poland was called the most cheerful barrack in the camp… Now to the point: not all was that bad. Lotos Restaurant in Warsaw retained the air of the past with some unspoilt old day charm and great, if simple, food. Equipped with posters, slogans and outfits to bring back the past for a while, we had a jolly good time there, delicious herring, tartar and vodka. All in fortunate awareness that next day we’d wake up with a little hangover perhaps, but also with our cars, roads, fuels and prospects rather than bumpy streets, rationed gas and shoddy Eastern-block two-stroke Trabants.




Winners are those past the finish line. Trivial? It might seem so but then again to know and to truly understand are often two different things. In particular those at early stages of their record in motorsport tend to strive for pure speed, to give it all to raise the speed a few mph, forgetting the need of humility, the laws of physics and their own limited skills. To achieve improvement, during our most recent track workshop we focused upon steady rhythm, sustainable speeds and finding a compromise between seconds shaved from the clock and solid, repeatable lap times. One strength of a crafty driver – like of an agent with a licence to kill – is to pull the trigger infallibly, but also to know where and when just not to.