As far as London experiences go, owning a car is right up there with Leicester Square pubs, clip joints and midsummer rush hour on the Circle Line.

You've heard us whinge about it before (taxes, parking fees, theft, C charge); that's why we all kid ourselves that buses are cool. That's also why the Classic Car Club may just be this season's Quintessentially.

Housed in a huge Hoxton warehouse (located on the congestion charge-friendly side of the Old Street roundabout), the Classic Car Club is every discerning petrol head's wet dream.

For a modest annual payment (and without the ball ache of actual ownership - unloved old sports cars can be like old men - funny smells, unpredictable breakdowns and messy tow service) you can drop in when you feel like it and pick from a Bond-esque quiver of gleaming vintage sports cars.

Just looking at what's on offer is overwhelming - we urge you to pop in and look at the fleet of beauts. Ask for James, he'll definitely keep you entertained!

First date? Impress with the Porsche 911 RS Carrera. King's Road for lunch? A Ferrari 308 or a Roller. Heading out of town for a dirty weekend? Take the 74 E-type.

Waiting in traffic never looked (or felt) so good.