An indescribable funk of premium 93 octane fuel fused with expensive men’s aftershave gloriously filtered down the River Medina whilst helicopters buzzed above and the Royal Yacht Squadron hummed to a different beat as the Cowes-Torquay-Cowes teams thundered into our sleepy town. The aged red trousers and cravats were out-muscled by the heavily-logo’d Hugo BossContinue reading “Throttled”