Your left foot was solely to brake, your right to accelerate, and your hands required to not only steer, but also use the clutch, and press the neutral button. This is only a fraction-of what a driver has to do in a grand prix. Talk about multi-tasking! Then it was time. The engine was switched on, the garage went quiet, my heartbeat rose uncomfortably, and I was away. They tried their best to warn me of the rate of knots this machine can move.