I was cycling along a road somewhere in Ibiza when I got the call. Sam had found the car. Not just any car. The car. The one that was going to take us from London, through countries yet to be determined or researched (or generally thought about in any practical sense), and eventually drive us into Mongolia. This had to be one hell of a car.
Sam described his golden find: “800cc”, “3 cylinders”, “tiny wheels”, “no service history”, “smallest car he’s ever driven”. I congratulated him for such a brilliant find. Car’s like that don’t turn up every day, and we’d just got our hands on one for a mere £700. Not only that, it in fact turned out to be the SE+ addition, and actually gold. Sam set about all the necessary arrangements, and I began pedalling the long road between Barcelona and London, keen to get home to see this beauty for myself.