Overview (4)

Born January 16, 1963 in Bristol, England, UK Birth Name James Daniel May Nickname Captain Slow Height 5' 11¾" (1.83 m)

Mini Bio (1)

James May was born in 1963 but his development was tragically arrested at the age of 12. A confessed 'complete waster' until the age of 42, May then took the decision to apply his talent for the pointless in the direction of television. His oeuvre includes a record for the world's longest train set, building a real house from Lego, propelling children's action figures to beyond the speed of sound, a revival of the cult of duelling, the creation of a mechanical email system, and a wholesale rethink of the pet funeral business. He regards the fish-finger sandwich as the greatest single leap in human progress until the invention of the internet.



He lives in Hammersmith, but his neighbours wish he didn't.

- IMDb Mini Biography By: The James May: Oh Cook! Team

Trivia (14)

He grew up near Sheffield in England.



He studied music at Lancaster University.



He is currently training for his light aircraft pilot's license.



He owns several cars including a Bentley T2, Fiat Panda, Jaguar XJS, Mini Cooper, Porsche Boxter S, Porsche 911 and a Range Rover. He also owns a Ferrari 458.



He plays flute, piano and saxophone proficiently.



presenting a new series of Top Gear [September 2004]



Along with co-presenter of Top Gear Jeremy Clarkson, became the first person to travel up to the magnetic north pole with a car.



Fired from "Autocar" magazine after putting in a hidden message in the 1992 "Road Test Year Book" with the first letter in each review. The message read out, "So you think it's really good, yeah? You should try making the bloody thing up; it's a real pain in the arse".





When asked by Steve Kroft on "60 Minutes" (24 October 2010) about the fastest speed he'd ever driven in a car, May confirmed that he reached a top speed of 259.2 mph behind the wheel of a Bugatti Veyron Super Sports at the Volkswagen Group's test track in Ehra-Lessien, Germany [ep: Top Gear: Reliant Robin Space Shuttle Challenge (2007)].

Born in Bristol but grew up in South Wales and South Yorkshire.



Fired from Autocar magazine for putting a hidden message into the road test supplement. The message was created using the drop cap at the start of each article. If you read them together, it spelt, "SO YOU THINK IT'S REALLY GOOD, YEAH? YOU SHOULD TRY MAKING THE BLOODY THING UP. IT'S A REAL PAIN IN THE ARSE".



Daily driver: BMW i3.



Has a degree in music and an incredible wealth of music knowledge. He can play the piano proficiently, although rarely in public.



Some of the cars he has owned: Saab 9-5 aero, Bentley T2, Rolls Royce phantom, Triumph 2000, Rover P6, Alfa Romeo 164, Rolls Royce corniche, Jaguar XJS, Range Rover, Fiat panda, Datsun 120Y, Porsche 911 carrera S, Vauxhall cavalier, Ferrari F430, Ferrari 458 Italia, Ferrari 458 speciale, Porsche 911, Porsche boxster S, BMW i3, Mini cooper, Citroën Ami, Mazda MX-5.



Personal Quotes (9)

I like luxury. It's the new performance.



If you've got the brochure for the Hyundai Accent on your coffee table, can I implore you, please, not to do it. Buy a Fiesta, buy a second-hand Golf, go on holiday. Don't do it!



France is a country you have to drive through to get to Italy. That's all it's there for.



The reason, I think, that Porsche is the best car is, you know when you drive some cars, you get a sense that the car is smiling, when you're driving.



I am officially Captain Slow on the program. I can drive quite quickly around the track - I've done it a bit - but I think fast track driving is a little like playing the bagpipes. A gentleman can, but doesn't.



So now we have the world's lairiest car on the start of the world's most gruelling endurance race. At the wheel is the world's most plastered driver...



We are British. We are the inventors of everything. It's time to brace ourselves, hasten unto the shed and liberate ourselves from the abyss made dark by the lights of perverted German science!



When I was a boy and other boys were lying awake wondering how girls worked, I was lying awake thinking about the Triumph TR6. What's wrong with that?



I've had this thing nearly a week and nothing has fallen off and everything still works. I mean, who the hell do the Italians think they are, anyway? The Germans?

