You know, this post has been tucked away in the drafts for a long long time, since October actually, and now I am finally going to release it. However, the was a hiccup, i realized. After countless editing, as a result of the shifting nature of what we know as news, the old introduction to this post doesn't really fit anymore, so here I am, coming up with a new one. And just like that, I've done four lines. I'm pretty good at this, ain't I? So anyway, this issue seems devoted to motoring. I guess I have to provide a reason, so here they are: 1. This is November, so it's N for Nürburgring.
2. It's a tribute to the Murcielago. You'll know why in a short while.
Up: James May* (the English bloke on the right with the Bimmer) has, now not-so-recently, coined a brand new definition for driver experience, a shining yardstick for the measurement of car desirability. But before we continue, children, please exercise your own discretion at the moment, and unplug the computer and walk away. Now, with the kids safely away, let us continue. According to May, when one drive, sit in, look at, or just think of certain cars, one experiences a fizzing sensation at, specifically, of all places, behind the penis. It seems that millions of years of human evolution has provided us with a visceral feedback to automotive stimuli, as May attributes this inexplicable reflex to the elusive existence of a fizz gland. And, girls, don't be disappointed; James claims that a couple of girls he's spoken to experiences similar sensations too... Click here for the whole story behind Jame's fizzy logic: BBC TG. Now what get's you fizzing?
(*You've got to know who James May is. And Richard Hammond. And Jeremy Clarkson. Not knowing them is like not the relationship between Garfield and lasagna. Also, don't forget The Stig. Now, some say...)
Up: The new 2011 Bentley Continental GT has sure got all of us fizzing all right, it's so good you'd want to sit in it naked... 'Nuff said, look at the picture.
And here, have a go at our new favourite computer game: Bently Continental GT Visualizer.
Down: The 4099th, that is the very last, Lamborghini Murciélago has rolled off the production line... The Murciélago, named after an honored fighting bull, is the swan song of the legendary Lamborghini V12 engine that has been powering the supercars of this iconic brand since the 350GT back in 1964. Now, with the death of the Murciélago, the final 6.5L incarnation of the 12-cylinder beast has made its last roar, the beautiful trapezoidal exhaust has sung its last song, and those sublime scissor doors are swung shut for the last time... As fans of the Charging Bull across the globe garland their SV posters and doff their novelty bull hats, we here at Front End pay our tributes to the supercar legend by urging all our readers to set up camp along Holland Road. If you wait long enough, you'll see an SV blur pass eventually, at the same instant you wet your pants. I've seen an orange one so far, and a white one, and another orange one...
2. It's a tribute to the Murcielago. You'll know why in a short while.Up: James May* (the English bloke on the right with the Bimmer) has, now not-so-recently, coined a brand new definition for driver experience, a shining yardstick for the measurement of car desirability. But before we continue, children, please exercise your own discretion at the moment, and unplug the computer and walk away. Now, with the kids safely away, let us continue. According to May, when one drive, sit in, look at, or just think of certain cars, one experiences a fizzing sensation at, specifically, of all places, behind the penis. It seems that millions of years of human evolution has provided us with a visceral feedback to automotive stimuli, as May attributes this inexplicable reflex to the elusive existence of a fizz gland. And, girls, don't be disappointed; James claims that a couple of girls he's spoken to experiences similar sensations too... Click here for the whole story behind Jame's fizzy logic: BBC TG. Now what get's you fizzing?
(*You've got to know who James May is. And Richard Hammond. And Jeremy Clarkson. Not knowing them is like not the relationship between Garfield and lasagna. Also, don't forget The Stig. Now, some say...)
Up: The new 2011 Bentley Continental GT has sure got all of us fizzing all right, it's so good you'd want to sit in it naked... 'Nuff said, look at the picture.
And here, have a go at our new favourite computer game: Bently Continental GT Visualizer.
Down: The 4099th, that is the very last, Lamborghini Murciélago has rolled off the production line... The Murciélago, named after an honored fighting bull, is the swan song of the legendary Lamborghini V12 engine that has been powering the supercars of this iconic brand since the 350GT back in 1964. Now, with the death of the Murciélago, the final 6.5L incarnation of the 12-cylinder beast has made its last roar, the beautiful trapezoidal exhaust has sung its last song, and those sublime scissor doors are swung shut for the last time... As fans of the Charging Bull across the globe garland their SV posters and doff their novelty bull hats, we here at Front End pay our tributes to the supercar legend by urging all our readers to set up camp along Holland Road. If you wait long enough, you'll see an SV blur pass eventually, at the same instant you wet your pants. I've seen an orange one so far, and a white one, and another orange one...
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| (Standard Murciélago LP 640) | (Murciélago LP 670-4 SuperVeloce, in a desert near Abu Dhabi. Now that is sheer effervescence...) |
And on that bombshell, we're sorry to say we have come to the end. Stay merry folks!
Coming up next: Blunders in Deathly Hallows J.K. Rowling had carelessly overlooked...
But first, we'd like to present to you our new Consumer Advice section. Stay tuned!
