And again, I'm the voice of reason and commen sence

"Aston Martin DB9. That's not really a racing car, that's just pornography."

So you’re not buying a Bristol for the number of gizmos or the way those that you do get are attached to the car. I carefully examined the front air splitter, for instance, and deduced that it must have been put there by a horse. No, really. As Sherlock Holmes himself advised: “When you have eliminated the impossible” — and it is impossible to imagine a human making such a hash of it — “then what remains, no matter how implausible, must be the truth.” So it was a horse.

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

Im you can imagine sharing a waterbed with a baboon drenchd in itching powder On the 70' Lincon TownCar

[on his own driving test] - I didn't see it as a driving test so much as a confirmation of my excelence.

Okay, engines for the Alfa Romeo Brera: 2.2 liters, 3.2 v6, and you can have a diesel if you're the type of person who thinks the Mona Lisa should have a moustache.

On the Porsche Boxster “It couldn't pull a greased stick out of a pig’s bottom.

What's worse then stubbing your toe? Finding out one of your loved ones died.

Illustrating the lack of power of a Boxster: "It couldn't pull a greased stick out of a pig's bottom.

If you are clinically insane, by which I mean you wake up in the morning and you think you are an onion, this is your car.

On The Stig: Some say that he was a science experiment gone wrong and that he only eats cheese. All we know is, he's called the stig!

As useful as a snooze alarm on a smoke detector

Some sa that he's wanted by the CIA, and that he only eats cheese. All we know is... he's NOT the Stig, but he is Barack Obama... No wait, the Stig's AMERICAN COUSIN!

Whenever I’m suffering from insomnia, I just look at a picture of a Toyota Camry and I’m straight off.

The highlight of my childhood – it’s the Ladybird Book of Motorcars from 1963, and as you would imagine it’s full of rubbish really. Just endless boring grey shapes, until you get to page 40, where you find the Maserati 3500 GT. Now this for me, when I was little, was kind of like Jordan and Cameron Diaz. In a bath together. With a Lightning jet fighter. And lots of jelly.

On the Mercedes CLS55 AMG “It sounds like Barry White eating wasps.”

I AM CLARK! WELCOME TO DIE X-CHICKEN! MORAL: WHEN IT SAYS MORAL, THAT MEANS THAT YOU MUST NOT GIVE ME THUMBS UPS! I WONT LET YOU BREAK MY UBER MORAL SHIELD!

This car was so exciting, I actually needed windscreen wipers on the inside

Motorized pepper grinder?

we wait with anticipation

While driving through a rural part of India: "MONKEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!! MONKEY MONKEY.... with MASSIVE testicles!!!!"

There are footballers wives that would be happy with this quality of stitching... on their face.

POOOOWERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Clarksonisms

Affectionately referred to as Clarksonisms, Top Gear presenter Jeremy Clarkson's quips are the stuff of legends among car enthusiasts...

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