NEVER WILL I forget the day on which this magazine first got to drive the mighty McLaren F1. It was 5 May 1994, the day after Ayrton Senna had been killed at the San Marino Grand Prix, and the good people from McLaren - for whom Senna had driven with such passion for so long - were understandably somewhat subdued to begin with. But as the day went on and the car began to take centre stage, the atmosphere lifted palpably - because the car itself was beyond incredible. The Fl was the fastest automobile that any of us had ever sat in, by a very big margin indeed. And it blew each and every one of us away. And now here we are again, 20 years later, out in sunny Bahrain, about to let rip in the all-new McLaren P1, which, if Woking's claims are to be believed, will rewrite the road car performance rulebook once more. And this time there is nothing but optimism filling the air.
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