Driving is freedom!

Not the freedom of arriving somewhere quickly, but of not needing to arrive at all.

My earliest memory of driving is being lined up with my sisters in the back of my father’s Chevrolet, driving home each term across vast arid planes, my father’s collection of Fairuz playing the whole way. Years later, that same car became my first, the day I passed my test.

Since then, driving has taken me through rallies across the UK, France, Austria, Italy, Germany, Australia and New Zealand, and into a life shaped by roads I didn’t know existed until I found them. I’ve judged at the Concours d’Elegance in Malta, and I now live in the Cayman Islands, where the roads are shorter but the horizon isn’t. My interest was never only in classic cars. It’s in driving itself, whatever is behind the wheel.

The art of being

For over two decades, the road has taught me something I couldn’t learn anywhere else. Not on a mountain summit, not in a boardroom, just out there, driving, with nothing but the next stretch of road ahead of me.

It’s not about running away from anything. It’s the opposite, really. On the road is the one place I can hear myself think. That space between you and your destination does something for you, it makes time for the questions you usually don’t have bandwidth for. Who am I, away from all my roles? What actually matters?

I’d love for you to feel that too. Not a race, not a performance – just the road, some good company, and some time to reflect along the way.

Come drive with me.

In 2027, Rally Royale returns with a self-drive event through the UK, limited to 20 vehicles, no fixed itinerary beyond the direction of travel. If that sounds like your kind of nothing, get in touch.