According to Bosch Car Service (?), the Welsh are the most emotional when selling an old car. Apparently the Welsh like a good wail when parting with their four-wheeled friend. I personally have never had any such feelings for cars. I don't own one and I think until I desperately need one I probably won't. I've never understood the fascination. Which brings me to one of my most loathed type of person......
....the 'car bore'
You know the ones. The crashing bores (literally in Richard Hammond's case). They can tell you what mileage a car has just by looking at it. What engine is best for it. What the paintjob cost and possibly how many people had sex in the back seat. The kind of person who thinks that playing Phil Collins albums while driving adds to their machismo. More than that I've always had phobia about 'fast car' people. The one's who demand that their car go from 0-60mph in 3 seconds but live in a big city where they rarely go over 30mph. The one's who get orgasmic at the thought of a car doing 200mph but will never understand the consequences of encouraging people to drive at that speed.
Yep, that's right, I hate Jeremy Clarkson and the countless idiots who model themselves on him. They are the middle-aged racers. Instead of Vauxhall Nova's you have Ford Mondeo's. Instead of Burberry and Lonsdale, they clad themselves in Pringle jumpers and driving gloves.These men (and they tend to be men, I'm yet to meet a woman with similar interests) who are so bored of their receding hairlines, pompous rock and ironed jeans that they buy ridiculous cars with ridiculous engines to prove themselves.