There’s a butt coming. Soon it will be going, and I can’t decide if that’s better or worse. The front is an ode to 1970s fibreglass, the back is… well, significantly prolapsed. The square, rheumy headlights lift as it accelerates, then fall like a sigh under braking, the bodywork leans into the corner like it’s about to flop off the chassis beneath, and it exits in a complicated flurry of wheelspin, lock and lurch, displaying a back end of prodigious ugliness. Makes a divine noise, though.
Meet Edward. He’s not the best looking chap, bless him. But he does have a story to tell. Because buried behind the mesh rump is a 6.1-litre naturally aspirated, BMW created V12. That’s right, this tale digs deep into the history of the legendary…