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 Suzuki Wagon R should be avoided like unprotected sex with an Ethiopian transvestite

God may have created the world in six days, but while he was resting on the seventh, Beelzebub popped up and did this place.

Usually, a Range Rover would be beaten away from the lights by a diesel powered wheelbarrow.

Driving most supercars is like trying to manhandle a cow up a back staircase, but this is like smearing honey onto Keira Knightley.

If I like somebody else's tribe I'm going to promote the hell out of it. The whole thing is a democracy, and if somebody's more popular then good luck to them.

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