I will say this at the beginning in the hopes that by the end you will have either forgotten that I said it or that you will skip along these ruminations to get quickly to the substance of the matter... I love Clarkson... but what’s important here is that I also love personal vehicular transportation modules. Not in the I-comprehend-terms-such-as-torque sort of way, I might add. I’m more of a this-thing-can-shift-whooo! kind of person.
Whether you are an avid admirer of personal vehicular transportation modules or a dominant male wishing to re-attest your masculinity – this book will send shivers down your spine. We are treated to some lovely asides by Clarkson, as well as offered scrumptious images of some breathtaking vehicles – from the extravagant and much wanted Buggati to cumbersome and powerful 4x4’s and those pesky minuscule minis. It is a delicious meal of haute couture cars (well, some of them are haute couture – others are more nouvelle cuisine in that they are small or there is very little to them!). Admittedly, this is more of a compilation of Clarkson's witty anecdotes from his Sunday Times' column - but it's still all him, even if someone else did the compiling.
Only Clarkson could be so dispassionately blunt in his appraisals – I only wish I was a quarter of the man his is... seriously, any more would be too big a leap for me... but I do love his irreverent style – no manufacture’s reputation gets in the way of telling the truth about a car. I would love to be the equivalent in books! He's always a classic and well worth every penny.
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