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Be on the look out for a Cmax and an estate in the supermarket carpark and point them out to her, let her figure out she'll essentially be driving a big f*cking minibus.

They're the same length as an estate. lol

Make her drive a Merc Sprinter for a month then put her in an estate, she'll think it's a hatchback.

You're mad to sell that, if it was mine it would feel like I was giving away a puppy.

I'm on my second gearbox after the first one shredded itself at 70mph, I learnt the hard way to check the box oil every now and again, it had all leaked out the selector shaft seal, the replacement leaks too but gets topped up every couple of months, thankfully the engine's as strong as an Ox.

Some of them are like that, some of them run for years with nothing but an oil change, depends what mood Frenchy was in when he made it.

Every bolt on a Clio is a b*stard, I haven't worked on my car without cutting my skin or generally hurting myself yet.

Yes

Nice g-unit tints, are you going to fit blue strobes in the grill and scare the sh*t out of people in your way?

I have no desire to visit that place.

On occasion, owning a Clio means i've had no choice but to learn about cars otherwise i'd be permanently at the garage handing over wads of £20 pound notes every time it needs something.

172 on the left, 182 on the right. Also if it's fitted to the car you can tell by the cats, a 182 manifold will have a smaller cat like this.

Get some graphics, join Torreto's team and earn some money at race wars.

I'm amazed you lads actually like that stuff, proper wino under a bridge drink.

That's how pissed I was, only just remembered you were there and the spot of bother conversation.

I have a really big gap in my memory from around 11:30 - 2am, I remember being convinced that the band were going to stop playing after Queens Don't Stop Me Now, (scene missing) next thing I remember was eating Bratwurst and struggling to stay concious.

I heard one of the Scottish lads had a tactical chunder.

It was one of the funniest weekends i've had in years.

Do you not remember him sitting down after to talk to us and you saying 'look at you trying to act all cool like you haven't just fallen over'?

I was a rare moment of clarity that just happened to coincide with you eating grass. lol

I only have two memories of the 3am feast, Raf pushing sausages around a frying pan saying Bratwurst after every word and Scott falling over.

I wasn't keen on those sausages they had an odd taste, Raf's Bratwurst were f*cking lovely though.

Love the classics but the rest do nothing for me, but then again I don't think I fit in to BMW's demographic. Although i'd quite happily have this as a new dog kennel.

I bet the Mk1 with the R32 engine is mental to drive, that's if it actually gets driven.

I don't like the way Sam's looking at me like he's done something to my back.

What was this in?

You were a f*cking eating machine!

F*ck!!! And I though your mate f*cked his car up.

The 90's at it's best/worst, tbh I wish I had a spare grand, bit of a tidy up and you could make a few quid off that.