I need a drool pad for my keyboard...
Yep.
Then he bought one.
And it was delivered eight months late.
And then it wouldn’t start and had to be shipped back.
And then the NASA-designed car alarm started calling his cell phone at 3am (true).
And then he sold it.
And bought another one.
And sold that.
The Ford GT was, for Clarkson, a lesson in desire, desparation and depression.
Now that’s a nice car, and I am (was) a Chevy man.