For Somebody Who Has Injured Their Brain,

Ask Any Ferrari, Porsche Or Ray-ban Salesperson About Their Average Customer And You Will Very Likely Hear That He Is Not, As The Adverts Would Have Us Believe, A Virile Young Footballer With Shiny Hair, A Rippling Six Pack And A Trouser Pouch Like A New Punch Bag. He Is, In Fact, A Middle-aged Bloke Wearing More Chins Than He Started Life With And Carrying The Clear Evidence Of Forty Years Of Beer And Pies Slung Across His Midriff.

It's Not Just The Kid Who's Spent Every Penny From His Job To Upgrade His Car To Tell The World He Cares About Sports Cars, It's Also The Person Driving Around In A Fuel-conscious Hybrid Electric Car, Because It's More A Message To The World Than An Effective Means Of Saving Fuel, To Be Quite Honest.

This Is Just The Happiest Car In The World! I Shall Call It Oliver! Not That We'd Ever Name A Car On Top Gear. I Wish I Hadn't Said That.

Cars Are Changing And So Is The Way We Communicate About Them.

Oversteer Is Best Cause You Dont See The Tree That Kills You.