In all other respects, though, I fail to see how the F50 could ever have had an issue in the first place. Karim’s car is running a very cool, very loud bespoke exhaust, so it sounds uncannily like the F1 car it was inspired by. That it has a 60v, 4.7-litre, quad-cam V12 – one with a higher specific power output than its McLaren F1 nemesis – good for 513bhp at 8,000rpm, also helps. A lot.

But, and I remember this from my last drive in one, it’s the F50’s chassis and transmission that really grab you by your now frantically fizzing nether regions. There’s a twin-plate clutch so no real effort is needed on the manual six-speed ’box, and the gearlever just glides across the open metal gate with shocking precision. There’s no power steering either, no servo assistance for the brakes and no traction electronics, so you’re on your own. Its handling stakes out the territory somewhere between the F40 and the Enzo; it’s less savage than the former, more progressive than the latter. It even rides well.