At home I drive an old Land Rover.

Im not reckless. I was never reckless.

I'm not reckless. I was never reckless.

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

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

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

Cars are changing and so is the way we communicate about them.

If I can be cruel; I'm not a big fan of the Audi R8, actually.

And I like pygmy goats, because they're just lovely, and ducks.

Mothers will be fishing kids out of obscure cubby-holes for years!

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

Forty is brilliant and I love it. I'm happier now than when I was 20.

You can stick a BMW badge on a dead cat - and people would still buy it.

I mostly drive around in a Fiat 500 TwinAir, and that's a pretty small car!

All of us, each and every one, lives a life that is, in its own right, an epic.

Failing my driving test first time; that was a disappointment on a geological scale.

I think a basic level of fitness can help the body cope with all manner of incidents.

I had post-traumatic amnesia, five-second memory, it happens as a result of brain injury.

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

I would love to act. I probably won't make it to Hollywood at 42 years of age, but I'd love to act.

I've been in a car three or four times when it filled with water and it's not a comfortable feeling.

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

Watching Life on Mars was quite frightening for me because dipping in and out of reality was quite like myself

I do not see how hanging litter louts up by their heels and beating them with sticks could be considered a crime.

Some say he isn’t machine washable, and all his potted plants are called ‘Steve’. All we know is he’s called the Stig.

For somebody who has injured their brain, every single thing they say and think will be the subject of their own questioning.

The easiest and simplest thing that any one can do to make their car safer, more gas efficient, whatever - check the tire pressure.

I like to think that my arrogance, impetuosity, impatience, selfishness and greed are the qualities that make me the lovable chap I am.

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.

With the case of running, it really is a case of get out, set yourself a distance, run it, and then do it again the next day. It's tremendously simple.

When the afterburner lights, I haven't got 5,000 horsepower. I've got 10,000 horsepower, and possibly the biggest accident you've ever seen in your life.

Say German cars are sort of very built and efficient. Italian cars are a bit flamboyant and quick. Mexican cars just going to be lazy, feckless, flatulent.

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.

I think I wanted to be on Top Gear from a fairly young age because I loved cars and I wanted to do something on telly because I loved TV. I know that I?m ridiculously lucky

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.

My grandfather on one side was trained as a cabinetmaker but eventually worked as a coachbuilder and then built cars. I inherited from him a love of cars, but with no technical ability whatsoever, sadly!

My first car was a 1976 Toyota Corolla Liftback in red, like the one in 'The Blues Brothers.' I painted a Union Jack on the roof. I was absolutely in love with it until I destroyed it, which broke my heart!

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.

It's not just the kid who's spent every penny from his job to upgrade his car to tell the world he cares about sports cars, it's also the person driving around in a fuel-conscious hybrid electric car, because it's more a message to the world than an effective means of saving fuel, to be quite honest.

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.

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