The process begins long before you’re holding on for dear life as you’re slingshotting off the start line. I was down at the McLaren stand for 9am sharp for formalities and admin. After some waiting, we meander down to the Supercar Paddock to get ready for the run. Cars needed to be warmed, last minute checks done and helmets allocated. Strolling in as everyone else was being ushered out compounded the building anticipation. The eerie silence of the near-abandoned paddock was broken by the sound of the 650S Can-Am spluttering into life. The growl of the exhaust and the chirp of the turbochargers echoed throughout the makeshift displays. One by one, 675LT, P1 GTR, 570 Sprint and 570S woke from their slumbers. Time to clamber in.
For our journey out and down the famous Hillclimb to the startline we would be in the capable hands of British GT driver Joe Osborne, but he wouldn’t be properly peddling for another 40 minutes. As we trundled out of the paddocks in the queue of exotica on our way to the start, the cars were belching out heat with the revving and burnouts. It was all rather juvenile, and therefore excellent. The further down the trail we moved, the thinner the tree cover got, and the crowds began to materialise. Out we drove onto the starting straight of the Goodwood Hillclimb, and the machines we previously saw disappearing off into the queue were lined up on the other side of the road, patiently waiting their turn. A bit of skidding and loitering in the turning circle, but before long we were on the start line. Off we thrashed with the twin-turbo V8 surging us forward. A twitch of sideways around the first turn indicates Joe isn’t holding back.