I run a lot. I have this five-mile run that I try and do a few times a week. If I do more, I get shin splints and it drives me mad, so I have to balance it.

Oversteer is best cause you dont see the tree that kills you.

This is just the happiest car in the world! I shall call it Oliver! Not that we'd ever name a car on Top Gear. I wish I hadn't said that.

Ask any Ferrari, Porsche or Ray-Ban salesperson about their average customer and you will very likely hear that he is not, as the adverts would have us believe, a virile young footballer with shiny hair, a rippling six pack and a trouser pouch like a new punch bag. He is, in fact, a middle-aged bloke wearing more chins than he started life with and carrying the clear evidence of forty years of beer and pies slung across his midriff.

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

No action hero is more closely associated with cars than James Bond.

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