Once again #407 has me beguiled by the depth of talent which is simply unbelievable for the cars years and mileage.
Last week I took my 200 Cup out along the very same stretch of road, a sinuous, twisting b-road, with hairpins, a frankly terrible surface in parts but cutting through some of the most evocative scenery West Yorkshire has to offer. A contouring section through small stone built hamlets, hunkered on the hillside tight to the road, perfect walls to reverberate a rasping exhaust, followed by descents into wooded dells, rising up again traversing moorland plateau, an undulating section with sharp dips and rises, challenging camber changes.
The Trophy is in it's element in this environment, the chassis soaking up every imperfection with an ability akin to some weird sorcery, my 200 Cup is agitated on this road, it's not suited to it at all, the hard track focussed chassis and power delivery stacked high up the rev range make it quite a challenge to achieve good smooth progress, getting to those upper rev reaches are brief forays, tempered by a feeling of slight irresponsibility. The Trophy despite it's age is a revelation, it simply glides over the bumps, stroked along on an engine seemingly optimised for a b-road, it's diminutive size threading between uncompromising dry stone walls with aplomb, it's an event, and one like no other I've experienced in any other vehicle.