training base’s cavernous hangar. It’s an awesome, if somewhat incongruous sight.
Up close, it’s a huge car. Impossibly low and indulgently wide, its smooth carbonfibre skin punctured by vents and gills, ankle-biting splitter jutting way out ahead of the bonnet, sky-scraping wing and shin-scraping diffuser dominating the rear end. So far, so race-car. Except that where a racing car is purely functional, the Vulcan has been beautifully crafted, with as much care paid to aesthetics, tactility, detailing and finish as to its raw performance capabilities.
It’s the same when you get yourself behind the wheel. Getting in isn’t nearly as tricky as you might imagine, the extensive roll-cage considerately designed to spare you the embarrassment of folding yourself double to negotiate the door aperture. Having successfully