If Test Drive let you approach driving the world's most coveted cars with as much ardour as it lets you guzzle on the pure petroleum of life's other excesses, we'd be happy to toss the keys to our other racing titles into the toilet. And between all this, eat up a lot or road.Īll this, and yet we still have trouble maintaining a smooth power-slide into a sharp right hander when needed. We run the gauntlet of professions that profess to be Ibiza's beauticians - personal shopper, a barber who's services cost more than a month's rent, and a plastic surgeon - all in order to walk and drive like driving royalty on this sun-kissed isle. We discover two estate agents, two car shops, one second-hand dealer. In that time notching our first three vehicle purchases, earning the three entry-level licences that go along with them, and following that up with winning the first trio of multi-challenge competitions. We're talking a few minutes shy of four hours, if our watches aren't slightly slow. It's no lie that it takes us a good long while to start enjoying our time on Ibiza.