WORKSHOP HANDBALL

I went to a dyno day last weekend. Run by a car club I’m kind of, sort of, loosely associated with (as in, I’m not a member, but I know a handful of blokes who are). It was staged at a big, flash, spotless, shiny-floor workshop of a major race-prep shop.

Now, I’ll be right up front here: I don’t really like dynos. I don’t like standing anywhere near them, especially when there’s six litres of