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.

Some say his droppings have been found as far north as York, and that he has a full size tattoo of his face, on his face. All we know is he’s called the Stig.

The air conditioning in Lamborghinis used to be an asthmatic sitting in the dashboard blowing at you through a straw.

Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary, that's what gets you.

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.

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

Being smarter than you look is better than looking smarter than you are.