Out of the darkness ahead of me emerged the silhouette of a sleek exotic machine. It rolled slowly through the crowd of onlookers and parked cars eventually coming into view. Its presence demanded attention, people stopped where they were to watch it drive by. I could hear it before I could properly see it, a unique sound, raw and defined. It passed in front of me so close I could have reached out to touch it. The beautiful, rare and uber-expensive McLaren P1 had entered the Daikoku Futo parking area.
A holy grail amongst the current crop of modern ‘hypercars’, this was the first time I had seen one in all its glory. It was at this point I truly realised how crazy Japan and their car culture is. The P1 stopped briefly whilst the owner hopped out to buy a drink from a nearby vending machine. He returned to the car and jumped back in, closing the scissor door behind him. The rear spoiler rose from the back of the car and just as soon as it had arrived it was gone, tearing hastily up the exit ramp back toward Tokyo.
I took a minute to soak it all in, “welcome to Daikoku Futo” I thought to myself.