As we all know, the line between ‘swing and a miss’ and ‘glorious home run’ is agonisingly fine.
Because we’ve all been there, haven’t we? That feeling when you’ve conceived and built Malaysia’s ultimate luxury car, a three-and-a-half-metre long, two-and-a-half tonne, quarter-of-a-million-quid rival to the Rolls-Royce Ghost.
You’ve spent years, decades, getting it just so. Sweating every microscopic detail. You’ve created a revolutionary new bodyshell, sculpted from a single, giant piece of carbon fibre/Kevlar composite. You’ve jammed an extravagant 6.4-litre V8 under the bonnet.
You’ve equipped your glorious creation with every amenity a Malaysian plutocrat may require, from glittering starlight headlining to aromatherapy infusers to an onboard tea brewing machine.
And, naturally, you’ve finalised the most opulent of options list, giving your one-per-cent-of-the-one-per-cent clientele the chance to spec their Geneva…
