Richard slammed the Range Rover into gear and gunned it. He tore across the grass, bypassing the tarmac entirely. He plunged the luxury SUV into the deep, muddy ditch. Brown water splashed over the windshield, but the V8 powered through, clawing its way up the slick grass bank on the other side.
James crossed the finish line just a fraction of a second before the Stig could clip his bumper. He brought the giant vehicle to a shuddering halt and stepped out, looking remarkably pale. Top Gear (UK) - Season 20Eps6
James climbed calmly into the driver's seat of the Routemaster, adjusted his spectacles, and checked his mirrors. He checked them again. Then, with agonizing slowness, he engaged the drive and pulled away at exactly fifteen miles per hour. Richard slammed the Range Rover into gear and gunned it
The smell of hot oil and burnt rubber hung thick in the cool English air as Jeremy, Richard, and James stood on the cracked tarmac of the Top Gear test track. Behind them sat three vehicles that perfectly encapsulated the glorious, chaotic mess of British automotive history. Brown water splashed over the windshield, but the
Jeremy leaned against a Jaguar F-Type, his chest puffed out with characteristic arrogance. Richard was bouncing on the balls of his feet next to a classic Range Rover, grinning like a schoolboy. James, predictably, was crouched by a New Routemaster bus, inspecting the panel gaps with a look of profound disapproval.
James, accelerate! Jeremy screamed from the sidelines, throwing his hands in the air. We are going to grow old and die before you cross the line!
James stood up, dusting off his corduroy trousers. Jeremy, you cannot race a hybrid double-decker bus against a supercharged sports car. It is illogical.
