There are more clichés associated with this car than probably any other I’ve mentioned here before. And I shall try to avoid them all.

If there

follows any nods toward Maggie, dodgy bands, greed is good, red braces or any

other Eighties nonsense, I ask that somebody kick me in the face please. Because this page is all about

legends, the cars that really stand out for what they are, what they could do,

what they do to your soul. Or your trousers.

Words: Richard Hammond

Photography: Justin Leighton



This article originally appeared in the July 2012 edition of Top Gear magazine

