Minimalism, muscle and a bruised spine The Lotus had been on my »must-try« list for years. Everyone kept saying it was pure, authentic, minimalist. Right up my alley, then. Form follows function. A low silhouette, sculpted lines stretched taut over a muscular chassis. It’s featherweight thanks to an aluminium...

Late autumn, the sky ablaze in golden-hour glow over a mountain pass between the Alps and the Dolomites. The road winds sharply ahead, each curve just sharp enough to let me wring every ounce of power from the engine. Hairpin turns have their charm, but I’d trade them for...