Having spent the last 20-odd years driving different cars on a weekly basis, often twice a week, George Fowler is more qualified than most to hold an opinion that counts. A reader of his Motormouth column once asked him what he thought about a car he’d praised, and added: “I know you get paid by the manufacturers to say nice things, so I just wondered what you really thought.”
That week, a furious Fowler absolutely slaughtered the then new Nissan Primera, and added at the end of his column: “How much do you think Nissan paid me for that, Mr Smith of Preston?” He didn’t get a reply.
If your car is, or was, remotely good then you won’t find it in this book.
On the other hand, if it’s here, don’t expect any sympathy.
• The funniest book about cars ever written
• Provokes controversy and argument
• Debunks arrogance
• Ridicules the ridiculous
• Scandalises the smug
• Emphasises the idiotic
• Hilariously critical
• Outrages enthusiasts
• Embarrasses the ignorant
• Makes an excellent present!