I had a big Peugeot. As you can imagine, it didn’t end well. Though for once it wasn’t my fault.
I bought an American car. It was not a good American car in any way, shape or form.
This why you should never try and build your own track car. Or it’s at least a lesson in why should avoid an Escort.
Another Mercedes-Benz. Another truckload of absolute fail.
The only car I have ever owned that someone lost. No, really.
A Golf I bought, transformed and enjoyed. No fire, death or failure at all. Weird.
Got it for free. Took it apart. Ran out of talent.
It was a moss-covered Mercedes. It’s a play on words, geddit?
It was a high-end, quality automobile. It also smelled like wee inside.
Not a JPS. Not particularly solid. Didn’t actually drift Clearways (a corner at Brands Hatch, for the uninitiated).