Living in Top Gear
It's not James May's thoughtful consideration of inelegant automobiles, somewhat dry and otherworldly like a public school master...nor Hammond's Puckish air... although I do share some of his terrier-with-a-rat tendencies...
No, it's the lumbering Clarkson, hurling his latest mechanical conquest around the track - chucking it wantonly round the corners, merciless with the powerslides.... use it up, get it done...
That's how I drive my life, forceful, pushing to extract power and performance - this is no time to worry about gauges when we can thrill to the noise and the power and the perpetual forward motion