Growing up, I had a notoriously weak stomach, especially when it came to motion sickness.

Put me in a car, boat or plane and there was a pretty good chance I would become unwell. When I was a student, desperate for money, I took part in a motion sickness study and was crook for days afterwards.

So, when I told my family I had been invited to sit in the passenger seat of a rally car going up to 160km/h on winding country back roads, they started putting bets on how long I would last before I threw up.