By the age of 14, I had driven a Group C Jaguar XJR-9 around the Nordschleife, conquered the Col de Turini in Colin McRae's Impreza and crashed a Veyron at 250mph. At least that's what I told my mum.
Sim racing is, quite simply, the most accessible and tangible way to revel in cars when the real thing is beyond your means. I'll spare you the sob story but, as the middle of three children to a single mum in suburban London, there was simply no way I was getting behind the wheel of a go-kart or out on a farm in a knackered old Land Rover: we couldn't afford it.
