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.

Some say that he has no understanding of clouds, and that his ear wax tastes like Turkish Delight. All we know is he’s called the Stig.

Sometimes I stagger even myself with my genius.

No, no, no. There's no such thing as cheap and cheerful. It's cheap and nasty & expensive and cheerful.

A turbo: exhaust gasses go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster.

When you've finished using a car, put the f***ing seat back, so humans can use it afterwards.

They are by far the worst drivers. They are spiteful, dithering, old and in the way. They should have their licences taken away.