[Lord of Hog]

I'm not yet drinking at the Old NAUGHTY WORD-NAUGHTY WORD-NAUGHTY WORD- Saloon, although I can see it coming up further down the street. Last hobby car was a Mitsubishi FTO Yobbomobile which fairly screamed "Futile Quest For Lost Youth". Strange how you often don't have the time or money for a sports car until you're too old to drive one without looking daft. I bought the Rover for pocket money off a dodgy Bulgarian and it's probably going to be this time next year before all the work's finished, but I'm totally addicted. The rumble of the KV6, the gentle creak of the leather, the kick of adrenalin when you wonder what the temperature guage is really trying to say. I can't imagine life without it.