A Turbo: Exhaust Gasses Go

Telling People At A Dinner Party You Drive A Nissan Almera Is Like Telling Them You've Got The Ebola Virus And You're About To Sneeze.

We Live In The Worst Country In The World. At Least We Do For Lazy, Inefficient, Office-bound Police, Whose Response To An Extraordinary Rise In Violent Crime Is To Order More Speed Cameras.

This Is The Renault Espace, Probably The Best Of The People Carriers. Not That That's Much To Shout About. That's Like Saying “ooh Good I've Got Syphilis, The Best Of The Sexually Transmitted Diseases.”

Driving Most Supercars Is Like Trying To Manhandle A Cow Up A Back Staircase, But This Is Like Smearing Honey Onto Keira Knightley.

No, No, No. There's No Such Thing As Cheap And Cheerful. It's Cheap And Nasty & Expensive And Cheerful.