Jack East spent most of his formative years in London and, even though work enabled him to travel the world, he still regards it as home.
He thinks himself a lucky person. Part of his good fortune was a transfusion he received at the age of seven, which replaced his blood with high octane fuel. This miraculous event was courtesy of seeing his first Cobra blast past him in the street.
Since then he has had affairs with both two and four-wheel lovers.
Each one holds a special place in his heart.
He spends his time passing on the same love of all things geared to his son.