Longtime readers of Autocar may have noticed an uncharacteristic absence from this week's issue. Writer-at-large's Chris Harris' regular column somehow went the way Amelia Earhart, Glenn Miller and the majority of Ken's Congestion Charge revenue; it disappeared. The current thinking is that, at some point during the inky machinations that Autocar goes through every week, it was sent on a round trip via a particularly foggy moor and possibly the Bermuda triangle.
The good news is that it has returned and, for one week only, Chris' musings appear exclusively here. Ladies and gentleman... pray silence for Monkey.
Chris Harris: This was the year that was
The diary reliably informs me that January 2004 was at times very cold, that the boiler broke twice, that I failed to shoot an antagonistic squirrel and that my Lamborghini Gallardo had averaged 13.1mpg over 1200 miles. It was a quiet month, but we all knew that the coming year would make up for it. Unprecedented is an overused term, but new VW Golf, Vauxhall Astra, Ford Focus, Aston Martin DB9, BMW M5 and a heap of other metal seemed to merit its use.