They can't arbitrarily ban the rumble of the V8, the buzzsaw whine of the straight 6

[redgunamo]

Which begs the question what you drive, young r?

Simply, something roomy enough for a few of my hounds, some young hockey and football players and their kit, a couple of dozen boxes of ammunition (no idea what it's doing there), cases of strong drink and beer, various animal carcasses (lamb, beef and so on), lots of old, muddy boots and other outdoor clothing, sacks of kibble, some firewood and coal plus the unhappy remains of three armchairs I was supposed to dispose of a few weeks ago, and that doesn't need washing. Ever.

[Burney]

Simply, something roomy enough for a few of my hounds, some young hockey and football players and their kit, a couple of dozen boxes of ammunition (no idea what it's doing there), cases of strong drink and beer, various animal carcasses (lamb, beef and so on), lots of old, muddy boots and other outdoor clothing, sacks of kibble, some firewood and coal plus the unhappy remains of three armchairs I was supposed to dispose of a few weeks ago, and that doesn't need washing. Ever.

Right. And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter?

[redgunamo]

so to speak, that it has produced many strong, honest sons so the size and weight, or whatever it is, of its torque needs little or no further embellishment with fancy foppery and those silly pop-up wing mirrors and those ridiculous lie-down seats.

Right? And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter?

[redgunamo]

Right. And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter?

This is all not intended as a criticism, or takedown, as the youngsters have it nowadays. Merely an observation that I am not of that sort, that I've never had an interest in fast cars. A family man from the core.

[Burney]

This is all not intended as a criticism, or takedown, as the youngsters have it nowadays. Merely an observation that I am not of that sort, that I've never had an interest in fast cars. A family man from the core.

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

[Ash]

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

I love watching fast cars race, but have no interest in driving them, other than something with a bit of va-va-voom to nip away quickly at the lights and grab the lane I need to be in. And to zoom up Hardknott Pass without breaking sweat, of course.

[Sir C]

I love watching fast cars race, but have no interest in driving them, other than something with a bit of va-va-voom to nip away quickly at the lights and grab the lane I need to be in. And to zoom up Hardknott Pass without breaking sweat, of course.

Come off Clarke Curve and floor the throttle. Keep it there until you're 100m from the track disappearing away downhill to the right. Back off fractionally, turn in, and aim for the bottom of Paddock Hill Bend, knowing that the car is going 40 mph too fast to get around the bottom curve, because you know that, as the hill bottoms out right on the apex of the bend, the car will sit down on the suspension and, miraculously, physics will apply the grip to keep you on the track. Now straight back on the power up Hailwood until Druids is approaching far, far too quickly...

A track day with an instructor will settle these voyeuristic tendencies, a.

[Ash]

Come off Clarke Curve and floor the throttle. Keep it there until you're 100m from the track disappearing away downhill to the right. Back off fractionally, turn in, and aim for the bottom of Paddock Hill Bend, knowing that the car is going 40 mph too fast to get around the bottom curve, because you know that, as the hill bottoms out right on the apex of the bend, the car will sit down on the suspension and, miraculously, physics will apply the grip to keep you on the track. Now straight back on the power up Hailwood until Druids is approaching far, far too quickly...

A track day with an instructor will settle these voyeuristic tendencies, a.

Sounds good. I've noticed that the single-seaters with wings don't need to use all the curb at the bottom of Paddock Hill with their extra grip. You should buy yourself an old Formula Ford, there are thousands of them knocking about.

[Sir C]

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

[Burney]

There is nothing, nothing I tell you, that feels quite as satisfying as 400 bhp under your right foot or left hand.

Vroom! Vroom!

Thank you, Mr Toad.