The car has covered just 60,000 kms from new.

In 2006, it was showing 53,566 kms on the odometer so, as you can no doubt deduce, this car has been used only sparingly over the last 18 years.

It is ready to rumble.

And boy, does it rumble.

Unencumbered by loads of tricksy modes and menu options, the car simply does what your right foot tells it to do.

With not much more than a slight flex of the ankle, it gets changed into its cape and tights in a phone box and emerges to a splendidly throaty soundtrack of snorts and barks.

Press down a bit more and it’s time for another costume change.

The boxing gloves are laced up, it puts a towel around its neck, and comes out swinging like a Bronx title contender punching sides of beef in a cold store.

Dare to flex your ankle a little further and you’ll unleash a sonic crescendo that rises though a cacophony of other-worldly shrieks, pops, wails, roars, moans, bangs and grunts to an epic aural climax that will make pedestrians in different ...