Top Gun: Maverick is a dangerous film. When the lights went up I swaggered out of the cinema and leapt into my car. Installing myself in the driver’s seat was like sitting in the cockpit of a fighter plane. I hit the ignition, slammed into gear and crawled out of the carpark.
On Sydney’s Anzac Parade, I had the urge to flatten the accelerator, zipping in and out of the traffic. I couldn’t feel satisfied travelling at anything less than Mach 9. But unfortunately the speed limit was 50 and there were cameras on every corner.
