4.5
Stephen Bayley,
28 June 2012 09:09
My first visit to McLaren was 1967, organised by a dutiful parent with industry connections. In those days the premises was an insanitary lock-up garage on a Weybridge trading estate. A boggle-eyed schoolboy, I was admiring the M6 Can-Am car. My boggling increased when, from out back, a cheery, chattery bloke emerged in grubby racing overalls, unpolished lace-ups, rubbing Swarfega ...
