This is my kind of rowing machine, and my kind of rowing experience. Forget the regatta, I want to dress like Audrey Hepburn and row among books, art and antique furniture. I want posture like hers. Yes, this is my kind of rowing experience. The one where you barely break a sweat. The one where Bach plays in the background. The one where your butler brings you Perrier and a profiterole at half time.