which is why I'm wearing this silly face microphone

so you can hear what I'm on about.

The noisiest part of this car, however, is not the engine.

[ENGINE REVS]

[SQUEALING]

That's the brakes.

[SQUEALING]

They are quite... They are quite squeaky.

[BRAKES CONTINUE TO SQUEAL]

It actually sounds like I'm stamping on a piglet.

And things get worse when you put your foot down.

[ENGINE REVS]

I'm not going to say that it's like

being attacked by a bear because it isn't.

But it is like being in a room with a bear

that's thinking of attacking you.

At the moment I've turned the engine down on this knob here

to its minimum setting.

It's only producing 500 horsepower.

So it's not really the speed that's scary.

Oh, God!

It's the noise and the harshness

and the vibrations.

It's not a very well-equipped car either.

The windows don't wind down, for instance.

There are no toys at all.

And you only get half a steering wheel.

However, there is one amazing thing

you get for your £1.8 million.

An all-expenses-paid trip to a racetrack of your choice,

where an Aston Martin test driver

will teach you how to drive your car,

not with the engine wound down to 500 horsepower,

but with it turned up...

...to the max.

Holy cow! Ha-ha-ha!

The engine is now producing 820 horsepower.

And the speed just beggars belief.

The bear is in attack mode.

The figures say it'll do 0-60 in 2.9 seconds.

And has a top speed of 208 with that wing on the back.

But it feels a hell of a lot faster than that.

Oh, God!

The other thing you get for your money

is a squadron of mechanics.

But sadly... not a handbrake.

Right, what I've done now is I've taken... yes...

I've taken the steering wheel off,

so I can't put it in gear to stop it rolling away.

Oh, God.

Agh.

Argh, argh...

When I'd finally got it to stop,

the jacks were deployed and the mechanics set to work.

That's the thing about the Vulcan.

Wing angle, roll bar, suspension, brakes.

Everything can be adjusted to suit your personal taste.

After ten minutes of pretending I knew what they were doing,

I was back on the track.

And the car felt... just as bonkers as it had done before.

However, I've changed.

I've been driving this thing now,

I don't know, three or four hours,

and I'm starting to... understand it.

I'm starting to get used to it.

I'm starting to trust it.

Now I'm starting to understand...

why the Vulcan can go round

the Nardo handling circuit in southern Italy

nine seconds faster than the McLaren P1.

Nine seconds in car time, that's a year!