Tonight, the new Viper, which is the American equivalent of a sportscar in the same way, I guess, that George Bush is the equivalent of a President.
Some say he never blinks, and that he roams around the woods at night foraging for wolves. All we know is he’s called the Stig.
I’d like to consider Ferrari as a scaled down version of God.
In the olden days I always got the impression that TVR built a car, put it on sale, and then found out how it handled. Usually when one of their customers wrote to the factory complaining about how dead he was.
If you’re thinking of coming to America, this is what it’s like: you’ve got your Comfort Inn, you’ve got your Best Western, and you’ve got your Red Lobster where you eat. Everybody’s very fat, everybody’s very stupid and everybody’s very rude – it’s not a holiday programme, it’s the truth.
My epiglottis is full of bees!
God may have created the world in six days, but while he was resting on the seventh, Beelzebub popped up and did this place.
The air conditioning in Lamborghinis used to be an asthmatic sitting in the dashboard blowing at you through a straw.
Owning a TVR in the past was like owning a bear. I mean it was great, until it pulled your head off, which it would.
Sometimes I stagger even myself with my genius.
Ooh good I’ve got syphilis, the BEST of the sexually transmitted diseases.
Italy’s youngsters complain, apparently, about having to live at home until they are 72 but that’s because they spend all their money on suits and coffee and Alfa Romeos rather than mortgages.
Let’s be perfectly clear, shall we. The fox is not a little orange puppy dog with doe eyes and a waggly tail. It’s a disease-ridden wolf with the morals of a psychopath and the teeth of a great white shark.
I’m having a nice cold pint and waiting for this to blow over.
I have a pathological terror of falling through ice. I nearly drowned once. I fell off a boat and got a cramp, and was rescued by an oil-rig diver, a great bear of a man who simply leant into the water and scooped me out with one finger.
There are shantytowns in South Africa that are built better than Renaults!
I think Koenigsegg is Swedish for: Oh no, my head has just exploded!
I’m a horse of a man!
You know what, I distinctly remember my boat blew up and I was killed!
If a football official were to call for a slow-motion replay every time Didier Drogba fell over, each match would last about six weeks.