Permanently immature salamander lives in caves in Mexico, creature is called axolotl.
Ax-a-lot-l
Buggerit, seemed vaguely droll at the time.
A lot of the aggro in this debate could be avoided with some diagrams.
Does anyone out there have the computeration skills to do an animated gif of Colin Chapman, in a grave, spinning?
£1 a pint? That was a very long time ago. It's still bonkers on a Saturday night, mind.
If the Cayenne is an attempted Range Rover, this is an attempted Evoque.
The 'Rockster' was a rather groovy BMW bike a few years ago.
No, it's a permanently immature salamander.
Why are you driving a lorry to school anyway?
You mean the UK, not Europe. Imperial gallons as used in the UK are bigger.
The rest of Europe uses L/100km i.e. litres per 100 kilometres.
The Camaro has half a ton of front/rear/side/ impact protection material, airbags and all the rest of it.
As a Brit, I have a genuine question:
There are a few comments saying that more people would embrace it if there were American drivers doing well.
Does anyone know how many more (if any) US fans there were when Gurney, Phil Hill, Andretti, Revson were regularly winning?
I have the nagging feeling that it's a small number, but willing to be proved wrong.
And thinking about it, while the DFV/X engines were English, they were based on the blue oval. Or is that stretching a point?
About the same time that Ms. Martin tottered off on her heels, wasn't it?
A Christmas Carrol Shelby, mayhap?
Project Car Hell is a sadly defunct column from this site; basically NPOCP for desirable basket cases.
Some of the buildings are now hotel rooms. I stayed in the Bridge a few years ago. Once the daytrippers have gone home at 6, the the entire village belongs to you, and the few other guests you might see strolling around. The TVs in the suites, as well as BBC/ITV, also have the Prisoner Channel i.e. the complete series on continuous rotation.
It's in huge grounds, so you can wander down to that beach - oddly enough, via a pet cemetery.
It's also near the Blaenau-Ffestinniog narrow gauge railway, and Porthmadoc, home of COB Records!
It's in huge grounds, so you can wander down to that beach - oddly enough, via a pet cemetery.
It's also near the Blaenau-Ffestinniog narrow gauge railway, and Porthmadoc, home of COB Records!
The name's Bond. Lame Bond(o).
Why are the rear lights and bonnet all covered in toothpaste?
That is toothpaste, isn't it?
Wow - he really is Jocko Auto.
I hear he's planning a pick-up purchase next year - probably a Super Duty Now For The Future.
In terms of all round chapness and frog-baiting, it's jolly hard to see past the Blower Bentleys of Woolf Barnato et al.
Sprite. Bugeye Sprite.
Bloody colonials.
