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

You're a car, but most of all, what you are, what you've become, is a mate. And that's what makes a car special. That's what makes a car great. You start to think of it as a person. You start to love it.

If you go through the pearly gates backwards in a fireball, that's a cool way to die!

Racing cars which have been converted for road use never really work. It's like making a hard core adult film, and then editing it so that it can be shown in British hotels. You'd just end up with a sort of half hour close up of some bloke's sweaty face.

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.

I started to realise that being impolite saves an awful lot of time and costs you nothing.

This is perfect for India because everyone who comes here gets the trots.