I was promised noise, and my word I’ve got it. I find myself sat inside a JDM icon in the early hours of the morning, the streets of central London empty for once as I crawl towards my favourite set of tunnels. With the first coming into view, the road drops away to take me beneath the Thames. I unwind the window the old school way and drop into second gear.
As soon as I cross the tunnel’s threshold, I put my foot to the floor and the revs slowly rise with the noise. Then, at 4600rpm, everything changes. As the Variable Induction System kicks in the noise doesn’t just turn up to 11, it pushes past 15, amplified by the walls passing closely either side of me. I’m not going quick by any means, but I’ve got a massive grin plastered across my face.