I don't particularly want to smear myself into a hillside.

Mexican cars are just going to be lazy, feckless, flatulent, overweight, leaning against a fence asleep looking at a cactus with a blanket with a hole in the middle on as a coat.

And to Mindy, I can only ever say a simple thank you. And dedicate the rest of my life to her.

Now, personally, I like a car with some sort of character.

Unless I have been sorely misinformed, supermodels are powerless to resist a man with illuminated doorsills.

I damaged all the complicated bits of the brain to do with processing and emotional control. I was prey to every single emotion that swept over me and I couldn't deal with it. I had to re-learn things from scratch.

Im not reckless. I was never reckless.