I thought there was some sort of inverse co-relation between the size of a car and the owner's dick. Parked in my drive at the moment is a Fiat 500.
I once had to drive a V8 super charger from Southampton to Glasgow...This was before any motorways were built of course. By the time I finished the journey (14 hours if memory serves) I had Muscles like pop Eye!! You had to use both hands on one side of the steering wheel sometimes to get it around some sharp corners. This...... and I had only passed my test 4 days before. It was a beasty...but very powerful.
I've always loved cars - family thing. I grew up watching motor sport and the fascination has continued into my adult life. It's a bit like supporting Saints - you can't shake it.
I've noticed a frightening tendency for me to have to go back and rectify 'their' for 'there' and vice versa. I think this is punishment for years of pedantry and superiority.
Don't know if this has been posted but this happened - http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/football/33873951 Wow.