The atmosphere shifts the moment Aaron Jones fires up the Super 1600 Corsa. That razor‑edged, high‑revving scream cuts through the trees like a warning shot the kind that tells the crowd to lean in, because something special is about to happen.

This isn’t just any Corsa. It’s a full‑fat Super 1600 kit car, bred for maximum attack: wide arches, razor steering, and an engine that begs to live at the limiter. And in the hands of Aaron Jones, it becomes a weapon.

Precision aggression: Aaron threads the Corsa through the Race Retro stage with millimetre accuracy, the car dancing on its toes as the revs climb and the spectators erupt.

Proper kit‑car theatre: The induction roar, the snap of the sequential, the way it pivots into a corner it’s pure Super 1600 magic, the kind that defined a generation of rallying.

A driver in his element: Aaron’s commitment is unmistakable. Every Scandinavian flick, every late-brake dive, every burst of acceleration shows a driver who knows exactly what this car can do and isn’t afraid to let it shine.

When the Corsa bursts out of the final bend, dust trailing behind and the crowd cheering, one thing is clear: Race Retro hasn’t just welcomed a Super 1600 back to the stage it’s witnessed it at full fury.