He’s almost never serious, so when he is and tells a heartfelt story you know it means a lot to him. Calling the 928 “alright” was probably the highest praise he’s given to a car.
Damn right brother. As far as Clarkson sense of humor is concerned, here it is an absolute statement of man praising this 4 wheeled tool who gave him the opportunity to say farewell to his dad. This makes real men cry.
Let me put this in perspective. London is around 190 miles (roughly 306 kilometers) from Sheffield for those who aren’t familiar with the UK. Jeremy managed to get there doing 117 mph and judging that the food he had was still warm when he got to the hospital, he was probably driving faster and managed to get there in what id imagine was no more than an hour and a half. That’s a three or four hour trip in under an hour and a half at 117 mph alone. That’s takes some serious guts and a whole lot of love to drop everything and quite literally race nearly 200 miles to say bye to your dad. One helluva story.
@@zibingotaeam3716 maybe there were some really long, straight stretches of road where he could have really put his foot to the floor and go that fast to average out at 117
@@TheMNrailfan227Yeah but he said “Sit quit happily at 170mph” he never mentioned 117, chances are he was more than willing to do highly illegal speeds in order to make it to his dad.
"So as far as I'm concerned, the 928... Is alright." Yep. One of his best quotes, for sure. Just one of many reasons why this is among my favorite Porsches of all time.
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you should read Hammond's article in what happened when he's hospitalized. Clarkson was trying to make his wife laugh by sending him funny SMS, and took care of her. Damn tha orangutan is sweet
And at that moment we all met the real Jeremy Clarkson. Not the persona that fondly uses metaphors and hyperbole that make Top Gear and The Grand Tour what it is (alongside Hammond and May)
Exactly. The real Clarkson is nothing like the TV persona Clarkson. In the case of actors this is doesn't matter because the character's name is different from the actor's name. Thus it is easier to differentiate.
@@paulanderson79 But he cheated on his ex-wife. He had a lot of girlfriends and basically forsaken his old manager, his ex-wife after his success with Top Gear. If that's the real Jeremy, I don't think he's a terrific person either. I think all of the Jeremy we see are all Jeremy and whether or not he's an orangutan, an emotional man or a man whose repeated infidelity finally broke his marriage, for my part I accept it all the same and watches his show regardless because he's doing a damn fine job professionally.
it is more than just a car I have a 1998 honda accord paint faded, dents all over been involved in hit and run 4x but that car never gave me major problems when I was in RN school for 3yrs driving it close to 90miles everyday and even with 380000 miles and 4 cars later I cant let that car go!!! i had an engine swap and tranny rebuilt runs like new now although it looks rough AF but that was my first car took me to work to school got me laid
@@iyot1020 I feel you mate. I drive a 2010 Ford Fiesta which has been with me since junior high, high school, college, and all the way until present day. I learned to drive in that car and it went through ups and downs of my life along with me, high school and college life, you know that. It's 11 years old now with about 37k miles in it, but I don't see myself selling it anytime soon, if ever. Hell, if I need a diifferent sort of car sometime down the road I'll buy another one instead., it's just that valuable to me.
Most people look at a car and see a means pf transportation, but when I see a car I see all the experiences and memories that I can share with it. It's like the old days when a man had a strong bond with his horse.
Have owned a few through my life, only have formed attachment to 2 of them (so far). My current one I didn't realize how bad I missed it that when I picked it up after 2 months at the dealer fresh from a major repair I had a moment of getting misty-eyed sitting there it felt like I was getting in to drive it home again for the first time.
Cars are more than just metal and rubber. I remember car shopping a few years back and I had a budget of about $25k. Rocked up at a Honda dealer and saw this 18 month old top of the range Accord glistening. It was about $38k and way above what I planned. But the dealer gave me the keys and told me to take the afternoon by myself driving it. I fell in love with it. Looked fantastic, drove so smooth and the luxury was/is nearing the Euros. Bought it on the spot. The memories I've had with that car have been amazing. I've gone on multiple Australian roads trips, on some of the world's best tarmac, up to the snow, you name it. It's been my daily workhorse, the car I've taken on date nights to fancy restaurants and honestly, a place where I do most of my thinking and contemplating about life. In 2021, I hit a Kangaroo and did $19k of damage. The four days waiting to hear from the insurance company on whether or not they'd pay to fix it was like waiting for good news from the hospital for a family member. I left the repair place in tears and welled up when the insurance company said they'd repair it. I went and saw the car a couple of times during repair and when I got it back, I was ecstatic. It may sound weird to some but unless you're a car person you'll never understand it.
I know how Jezza feels. I had an Austin Metro back in 2001 and my sister was involved in a serious car crash and was not expected to live. Somehow, I managed to complete a four hour drive in under two hours - utterly destroyed the engine but it soldiered on until it safely got me to the hospital. Thankfully my sister made it and I had the Metro fully rebuilt and stored in protective wrapping for no car shall do a mighty achievement again
To me, the saying "it's just a car" is offensive. I remember back in 2016, I bought my first car. It was a silver 1991 Eagle Premier ES. I paid $920 for it and it meant everything to me because it was all I had to call my own and I loved it for that reason. I didn't have my parents to live with and my grandmother simply thought it was not good enough. My grandfather did show support but it was hard for him to accept that I was 18, licensed and able to do my own thing. Around March 2017, I took my Premier to a friend's house where it was vandalized to the point of destruction. I was heartbroken. Two years go by, I found another Premier, an '89 LX. It brought some memories back but after a while, I realized that it simply was not the same as the '91 I had as it didn't have bucket seats, power windows, power seat controls, automatic seatbelts, console shift and the luggage rack on the trunk. I eventually sold it to help my grandfather pay for a trip to Portugal that I never got to go. Around February 2020, I met someone whom I fell in love with and I told her that one day I would love to own my first car again but as they were increasingly rare, I knew finding one and close by would not be easy. I looked online for months, even with no money, just to see if any were out there. None came up. December came and one finally came up and it was the same year, color and had the features my first car had and best of all it was only 2 hours away. I saved my money, borrowed a friends car and drove to Cincinnati to go see it. As the seller opened the storage unit, I burst into tears as it was like seeing an old friend again after years. I bought and despite it being 30 years old, it made it home no problem. I currently use it as a daily driver but hope to put historic plates on her soon.
His remembering of taking the chicken along because his mum wouldn't have eaten, one of those bizarre connections you make in a time of crisis, that moment catching him again...
In a minute and eight seconds, he takes you to the rawest of emotional depths of his soul. That is the realest show of emotion you can get. We all get a little tear in our eye at the little pauses cause it's something we all relate to.
Reminds me of my 2008 GTI. Luckily, my story had a happy ending. A friend became very very sick while on a "camping" trip (anywhere you can drive to in a gti isn't really camping), and the Texas Hill Country back roads are notoriously curvy. He was in a huge amount of pain and we were very afraid he might actually die, and the nearest hospital was 80 miles away. So, I threw him in the back seat, and drove like I was in the world Rally championship to get him to San Antonio. We made to the hospital and found out he had appendicitis, and his appendix was only a few minutes from rupture. My little GTI got the job done that day.
I feel that. I bought a 2007 gri recently. It’s been tuned at about 230hp with some supporting mods. Well my brother has cancer. And he was 230km away, in a hospital. I was told his health started rapidly declining, I got off work at 5pm and made it to that hospital at 5:45. Averaging 260km/h, reaching speeds of over 300km/h, but my dash doesn’t go higher than 300. I saw my brother. He had a tumor that wasn’t an issue become ans issue. He is still alive and well. Batting every day. But getting better every day
I remember a few years back when I was watching Top Gear segments I hadn't watched, I had seen this one before the Porsche Challenge and remember feeling a bit teary when watching that and seeing him pull up in the 928.
My mum died 48 hours after I arrived back in the country. three years ago. Didn't even know she was that sick until my dad rang me and said "you need to come and see her NOW...". From a miner/soldier family, to hear him nearly crying over the phone I knew it was serious. I got back and managed to talk to her for 20 minutes before they had to put her under heavy medication. To think Jeremy had that drive, alone, at that speed just to get there in time. I've no wonder why he has such a special feeling for that car.
5 years late to respond but hopefully this message finds you with your father alive and well. My father died 3 months before my turning 32. Its strange because i miss him very much and i carry on regardless but when i think about how so many people dont get a chance to say goodbye to their parent before they pass, i consider it a privilege to have been able to. Cherish the time you spend with them if you still have the chance, not just for op but anyone who reads this.
111 dislikes? The man tells you about his passing father and how the 928 helped him say good bye too his old man. And you dislike it? You heartless bastards
the older generation tends to dislike something thats is awful or like this, sad and they might have disliked for the reason of his dad passing or the sad story behind the 928. my best guess.
My first car was a 1991 Toyota Starlet. I still have it today. It wasn't fast at all- 1.0 carburetted engines making 54hp aren't exactly speed demons. Everything was manual, no driver assists, no power steering, it didn't even have an ECU. But thanks to all of that, that car taught me more about driving than any instructor ever could. The utter trust and bond I have with that car was unmatched by anything. I remember one night, my best friend called me in tears, telling me she was going to kill herself. She didn't say where she was, or where she was going, but I knew the area she was staying in. I immediately hopped into my Starlet and pushed that little 1E engine to 90+mph on country backlanes, crashing through standing water and shrugging it off like nothing. I found her at the closest train station, standing on the platform. If I didn't have the trust and bond I have with that car, I wouldn't have been able to save her. I still have it, but I got T-boned a little while ago whilst driving it. The future is uncertain right now but I have hope she'll be able to pull through. My friend and I are now dating, too.
I crashed my first car on the Highway last month, I wanted to Keep IT until I couldnt afford it anymore. Well that is the situation now, I sold it and have no money to buy it back. It is a 2009 Dacia Sandero(mays favourite). My father bought it as a suprise the Day I got my license and on my way to school it performed well in the steep alps and also in Winter. It never didnt Start on cold snowy mornings, although the Heater took a good 5 Minutes :D. I also lifted my mother from work every Day, she doesnt have a license. Now my parents are semi-divorced and it feels like I lost a Souvenir of this time.
Some of me wonders if Jeremy's longstanding dislike of the 911 is because it overshadowed and eventually outlived the car that was meant to replace it, the 928 which is so close to his heart.
This car was decades ahead of its time. In 1978 when the car launched it looked like a spaceship. Its touring capability was just unmatched. Fast, stylish, luxurious, just a masterpiece. If Porsche made a smaller Panamera coupé called the 928 Panamera now it'd sell like wildfire.
I just lost my dad 2 weeks ago while I was deployed overseas. I got the call but I didn't make it home in time and had to say goodbye over the phone. Never take your parents for granted. Cherish every moment.
I've heard it a lot of times but I'm happy to be a parrot in this case. No matter how much you may hate your parents, talk to them at least once before you lose the chance to ever talk to them again
I got to be with mine in his, but I can't imagine it being much different, just that little inkling of doubt that maybe something could have been done to change what happened.
i got to say goodbye the day before my father passed. although on the day of his passing i think he himself had already clocked out, and the equipment was running unattended until it sputtered out and fell silent. ma and i were at the cemetery designing the family headstones when we got the call, something i find grimly humorous.
Me too, i literally got into the hospital after getting the call at 02:00 and missed my dad passing by less than 1 minute. I had went to pickup my mum and foolishly stopped at a few red lights. I regret doing it to this day i should have kept going as there was very little traffic on the roads.
This hits me because my dad left me a 928 S4. He loved cars. Taught me most of what I know about them. Until he got the 928, the car he enjoyed driving most was a Lotus Esprit. He died in 2020 and I'm now restoring the 928. Thanks, Dad.
A true enthusiast knows it's not about the engine, power, brakes, electronics, comfort it's all about the story and the memory you have with that one car which makes it greatest for you and doesn't matter if someone agrees with you or not you will even love what others may consider flaws!
Cars aren't just machines with moments like these. When they say that some cars have soul, some are built with it, others earn it with what they've allowed.
Cant imagine how Jeremy feels while his driving. All those good memories with your dad came pouring in and you desperately needed to see him in his final moments
This. Plus the fact that he has a donkey, a few horses and some dogs and partly lives in a cute light house, is reason enough for people to realize Jeremy may be hard to live with as a professional, but he's very much a human with feelings and subtleties. Most of the character some people hate so much is one big act.
While the Jeremy Clarkson can be a block head at times, but sometimes he can be really down to earth. I remember watching this episode of Top Gear and it was very moving when he talked about getting a chance to say goodbye to his father. I've always loved the 928.
the original bbc airings always used good soundtracks, bbc were always sneaky though and would change them to cheaper worse music when gave the shows/clips to dave, youtube and netflix. the original james may veyron clip had star wars duel of the fates, now clip shows trash soundtrack.
Back in 2019 I had received a phone call on Christmas Day at 7:30 in the morning from my Aunt telling me that my Grandmother was in hospital. I immediately got dressed and raced out the door into my Holden Calais. It quickly and safely got me to the hospital in time to see my Grandmother, who I got to say my goodbyes to. So as Jeremy said, as far as ill ever be concerned, my Calais is a good car and is one which I will never let go of.
I saw a comment saying, ‘One of the reasons why a car don’t need to be the best, it just needs to do what it’s made for.’ I actually found myself going in almost descending order of cars and the supposed worst of which holds such a weight to me it’s beyond description. I’m not someone that gets particularly impassioned by music or feelings that any particular song hold any actual meaning or semblance within people’s lives. But I find myself coming back to this more than I’d like to admit. At the age of 18 I was lucky and dare I say, skilled enough at the time, to find myself playing football professionally in America. Such was the extent of my sudden success that I found myself behind the wheel of a club provided Mercedes 4x4 and lost a huge sense of reality to the self infatuation that such achievement can bring. Having worked so hard for so long I began to take the position I was in for grated, failing to push on from the position I’d built for myself. My troubles actually started then it what should’ve been the peak of my life. Having failed to address physical conditions and my growing depression that was actually starting to take a physical impact for fear of upsetting my medical records and personal security, I found myself struggling with the demands of top level sport. After being sacked off by my first USL club I embarked on a quest across the Northern states to earn another contract elsewhere, again unaware of the impact my failure to deal with my own struggles was having on my own performances. Amongst those long Greyhound rides to different clubs, I will always think back to a couple of experiences that I feel so empowered by now. One aspect that always interests me is the danger that I placed myself in. Being 18 at the time it’s intriguing thinking back to the fact that the risk of situations I exposed myself to felt like nothing compared to the slim possibility of success within my game. One experience I remember amongst those Long coach rides would be the stops at Boston coach station. Large coach stations were always significant, as they were frequented enough that they could be used as overnight stops, I’d secure my suitcase to myself and find a corner until morning. This experience of big city bus stations would become significantly worse as i my journey began. After an apprehensive night at Boston I travelled to Erie, PA. Where after an unsuccessful trial there I found myself with time before I could book a bus back to the East Coast and subsequently home to face my failure in the U.K. the bus shelter had a waiting area so I was able to spend the day there, I remember it for the fact that Bad Suns (my favourite band) had started trickling tracks to their new album and I was able find respite in the likes of Heartbreaker. Having killed the day there with a bus booked for late afternoon tomorrow I prepared to settle for the night, only to learn that this station closed overnight and I was being sent out. The driver of the last bus dropped me outside of a homeless mission in the centre of Erie. I’ll never forget that night in a homeless shelter. Having matured and contextualised my experiences since I’m proud to be working to help such a community and far from embarrassment at my own situation I work to encourage others on the same path to take such avoiding action so as not to make my mistakes. But as a young man at the time I felt nothing but embarrassment, indignity and fear as I settled into a bunk room of 30 men that had suffered genuine hardship in their lives. To this day I will never forget the withered faces of men for whom this was their daily routine nor the indignity of submitting a breathalyser sample to befit entry. (Something that despite all I’ve witnessed and felt I’m embarrassed to know I’d have failed so many times since.) Nor will I forget the many people I encountered across the US at all hours of the day who helped a young, frankly scared boy with a suitcase that both figuratively and metaphorically weighed the world. Fast forward a short few years and In 2019 I found myself homeless and struggling with alcoholism after failing in my football career and ended up living out of my car, I certainly wasn’t lonely, as so many unfortunate young people are, but the infrequency and embarrassment of my own situation in my age group made it hard/impossible to explain to others my age that I was in fact homeless, preferring to just be ambiguous with claims like I’m in a house share somewhere you wouldn’t know etc. I worked at a Wetherspoons in Eastleigh and generally spent most of my evenings that I wasn’t working drinking to just kill time until weekends. On Friday’s I’d be able to put all that difficulty behind me seeing my girlfriend in the Midlands. I never told her about the complexity of my own hardship and regret that everyday. I think about past relationships I’ve suffered and contrast that with the enthusiasm, patience, excitability and encouragement that for the first time in a long time evoked confidence and excitement in my life I thought was long gone. I really do think about my choices everyday. Had I displayed the confidence she instilled in me and more importantly the honesty I know I’m well overdue to posses perhaps we’d be sat around the fire pit tonight after getting dressed up for goodwood or looking forward to a summer of the multitude of trips we’d planned. Our first conversation together was over my dream Christmas market trip to Köln and the fact that that and such anticipated weekends like her first visit to my old stomping ground New York are to be left behind really haunts me, or perhaps worse, will one day be fulfilled. In our time I’d go for a swim at the leisure centre whenever I could afford to in the week to try and keep my body in shape and to be able to just do the most mundane things like brush my teeth and shave, the tiniest detail that I take just the greatest pleasure and appreciation in being able to do now, on Fridays I’d always do this so I was looking presentable reaching the Midlands, a few times I found really cheap £10 hotel deals so I could make it half way up and have the comforts of a shower and that sort of thing overnight, before I’d found myself homeless I’d been given a small shower mousse for night sleeping, the rare smell of it really does stick with me. Like I say, I had access to leisure centres and stuff, but even getting half way up to her before staying somewhere over night was so exciting given that my week was spent in anticipation of the trip, and the earlier I was going the better. I truly loved the anticipation of that drive north. Going back to cars and Jeremy’s beautiful relationship with the Porsche, I live well enough these days, I have an apartment in London and really feel like I earn what I’m worth and I’d hope people can see from that that anything really is possible. I find it confusing looking at those days. I take solace in my strength when I feel I’ve had a hard day as I’m settling into a bed, remembering my frozen breath on my windscreen or drinking from puddles on the street at 2am because id forgotten to refill to my water jugs during the day and I really do appreciate the every day feeling of content in that I’m able to pursue my hobbies and interests and feel home. But I still feel such an emptiness when I think back to what are the best times of my life as I made those special drives up North, that love and companionship really does outweigh it all. I’m proud that I’ve managed to avoid it, but I can’t get on the M25 or a northbound train through London without feeling every sinew of myself begging to go a little bit further and retrace what were the happiest steps of my life. Those long and lonely and cold evenings, dug into a duvet in my work’s carpark genuinely feel weightless against the feeling of being greeted into Loughborough. I really would swap all this security and comfort for one more Friday night drive up the M1 in that dodgy Mini.
In '94, London's hum and gleam, A call, urgent as a midnight dream, From mom's lips, news of fate's cold chill, Dad's life hung on a Sheffield hill. Oven's warmth embraced the bird, A gesture kind, love's voice heard, Chicken's journey, a tale of care, Through miles and moments, love did dare. A 928, sleek and swift, Its power a gift, a timely lift, Racing against destiny's cruel might, Guiding him through the dark of night. Sheffield's arms held hopes and fears, Arrival in haste, in wrenching tears, The chicken's warmth, a fleeting grace, As life's ebb met death's chilling embrace. Half an hour's span, a fragile thread, Life's whispers danced, then gently fled, The car's speed, a blessing untold, For last words shared, hearts consoled. So now the tale, 'tis bittersweet, Of love, loss, and a rapid feat, In '94's chapter, London's sight, A Porsche's power, a last goodnight.
regarding some people doubting the 170 mph. Back then the motorways were a lot more empty and there were no speed cameras (and the UK generally does not place them on motorways apart from variable sections anyways). It's pretty easy to speed on a UK motorway when it's not congested to the point where UK AA has actually released statements implying that the 70mph speed limit is only advisory like the german 130kmh one on the autobahn... You have to be generally cought by an unmarked police vehicle to get a ticket.
@@artistwithouttalent truthfully, most decent officers would do four things: 1 - ask which hospital 2 - radio it in 3 - fire up the blues and twos 4 - tell you to follow. I'm not the guy to praise the British police, but you can bet sure as shit that the average officer would get you there faster in thay situation.
@@ProfDrMau a stock 928 set a record of the fastest factory production cars by going 180mph a couple decades ago. Aparently the driver even thought to turn on the radio cuz it was so quiet inside the cabin
many don't speak too highly of him and I used to think he wasn't all that but a while back my dad had a stroke and my first car got him to the hospital. That was years ago. Today thank God he is still here i don't know what I would do without him. Cheers to both of our fathers and the cars that made things possible.
Will a 928 GTS hold 170mph for that long? I drove a 928 s2 from Milton Keynes to Sheffield(approx 130miles). It took me an hour (allegedly). So the answer is yes.
In 1982, Porsche took a euro spec S to Nardo ring and it averaged 156 mph for 24 hours straight, including 30 stops to refuel. Meaning many hours were spent over 160mph. And this is 1982! The GTS came over 10 years later. The 928 was MEGA for its time and properly sorted they are still great cars
Last year my father was recovering from a life-saving cancer surgery in a hospital. He was getting worse day by day and nobody knew why. I visited him every day. One day I decided to take a walk through a park instead of a usual bus ride on a gloomy January afternoon. My phone rang, it was my mum. She asked where I was, and then she just said 'come as quickly as you can, it's very bad'. I remember my knees buckled. I was in the middle of a big park. I ran for the longest 15 minutes of my life. I was out of breath. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, as if it never existed, literally - the world shrunk to that tiny strip of pavement between me and the hospital. I can only imagine what it must have felt like, driving all the way with these thoughts at the back of your head.
@@snjert8406 I did, but he was taken to ICU the same night and barely made it through. Went into a septic shock and spent a month in an induced coma. It was hell on earth. But I got him back for another couple months after that and I'm grateful for it. I am better... now. Thanks.
Sorry for your loss Mr. Clarkson. Your motoring shows have been, and will be my most favorite thing to watch. Thank you for entertaining me for all these years.
I can understand the feeling of knowing how much regret you'd have if you didn't say goodbye to your dying father. I didn't know he was gonna die when he went into that ambulance so I just gave my usual "see you later". My biggest regret is not telling him I love him. I'm just glad I atleast got to say goodbye.
He had the best car antidote story I ever heard of ever, Every person has a car story to be told in there life's, But Jeremy I think had the most touching emotional one that still makes me think about today still.
This is the best minute in all of Top Gear. This is what it’s all about. I think all of us can relate. I just hope that when this time comes I have my own 928.
This hits home for me. Growing up my dad always transitioned from one sports car to another. He started with a RX7 but then got this Porsche and I wondered why. At the time I was 15 and only me and my oldest brother(22) could drive a stick. He said that his dad liked sports cars and he likes this one in particular. His name was Harry and he died 2 weeks before I was born. I was named after him and I now see why this car meant so much to my dad. I told my fiancee (im not 26) that I want to own Porsche. I dont care if it a boxter, 911, or this 928 I have a obligation.
You're a good guy 👍 your father must be proud to have you complete what he started but then again I bet it's never going to end neither do I wish for it to. God speed brother ❤
I wish you well in getting the badge in your driveway. I don't think there is a more outspoken drivers car than a porsche and no non-car person will simply ever understand the soul it has.
Thats what makes cars special...when they hold a special sentimental place in your heart for one reason or another. Although it might not be the latest and greatest but to you it is the greatest.
Clarkson made my eyes well up a bit with that simply told but moving story, he could have been in any other performance car storming up the M1. But not many performance cars can cover London -Sheffield like a paper-round, leaving you fresh and agile to face the ordeals of the day. Ive driven a similar route many times, his praise is genuine.
Out of the 350 cars and motorcycles, I’ve owned. The 928 was the best. Had three of them, two 5speeds and an S4. But, saying that my Z4 has been the only car that brought back the fun.
Just rewatched the Patagonia special and this part came on less than 10 minutes into the series. Being hit with that emotional bombshell just as you started watching the special is definitely something. Such an amazing show.
Wow, I just lost my mother and this 1 minute 8 is such an incredible accurate identification. Thx to Jeremy for being Jeremy, touching the emotional in such a way. And big thx to the uploader 🍀
He always had that soft spot for the 928 and we saw that through the years. The cheap Porsche challenge in series 5 of TopGear he got a 928 and called it a proper Porsche. Only later did we realise why he valued it so much!
Being someone who’s had to make that journey to hospital and unfortunately in my case, didn’t make it in time, I can still appreciate this clip. It was almost surreal how my old RR vogue stepped up and performed flawlessly for me that night.
Gets me everytime. My father's health is slowly deteriorating. We have our disagreements and differences, but at the end of the day.. I know it will hit me like a f**king train when he's gone. Make the most out of the time you have with your father. After all, he made you the man you are today.
Just imagine how it must feel for him to even get inside one after living those moments. The entire trip probably reminded him of racing to say goodbye to his father
I have never owned one, but from everything I have heard about the 928, I think that even now it would be high on my list. It may not have the extreme acceleration of some of the supercars of today, but it has enough. And has more than enough high-end performance as Jeremy mentions here. Plus the very important factor now that I am older- every review I read about it says it is comfortable and well behaved. No arriving at your destination exhausted because the high-performance vehicle you were driving had a rough ride and required constant attention. One reviewer described it years ago as: like being in a quiet cocoon, at 120 MPH.
Jeremy's sentiments is the same with my 2016 Nissan Juke IDC if you guys and Jeremy Shitted on it. She saved my life multiple times and had lovely memories with girlfriend in it She's still with me and continues to have a jolly good time with her. The most appealing moments for me is how the Jukes front end makes everyone hate her but my god even though she has an ugly front end she's such a godly car to drive.
I adore the Nissan Juke! I love the way they look. I have a deep connection to my 2002 Jeep Liberty Sport, my Liberty is what I use to take my grandmother to her doctor’s appointments, from chemo to physical therapy to soon back surgery that humble little Jeep has never let me down she just keeps chugging along eating away at the miles. My grandma can’t drive anymore so she gave me the Jeep I’m never selling this Jeep I don’t care how old she gets I’m gonna find a way to keep her running! She’s more than just a Jeep at this point she’s one of my best friends!
The most emotional scene of Top Gear that touches my soul. I wish i had the opportunity to say goodbye to my dad...he passed away in China on a business trip 3 years ago when i was 20 years old,. I wish i had woke up earlier before leaving China for my return voyage to Greece to say goodbye to him and that i love him...
Every time I hear "Take me home country roads", there is a part that says that "driving down the road I get a feeling I should've been home yesterday" I always think about this story
