Car Of The Year 2007

As 2007 draws to a close, we can all gladly take a look back and smile at some of the biggest blunders, bloomers, and balls-ups of the year. We've seen Richard Hammond survive a 330mph crash in a jet car, we've observed with quite satisfaction Mr Blair striding out of number 10, and then fallen crying to the floor as we see his slack-jawed counterpart saunter in. And yes, we've seen some pretty good cars as well, cars like the new Ascari A14, cars like the lambourghini Phaeton, and cars like the new Ford Mondeo, winner of this years Top Gear awards. Well, in a fantastic bit of showboating and general bad-will, ive decided to name my own car of the year, the one automotive friend that, for me at least, won my heart. The one car that i would gladly drive in, die in, be buried in, and finally be reincarnated in. This year its a fantastic car, a truly great acheivement. And its British; yes, this year, the award for automotive top dog goes to.....the Caterham CSR.


This fiesty, two seater has taken a lot of stick over the years, mostly from greenpeace activists gurning "ooohh, its too low to the road, it might cut up a frog" and "Its got an exhaust, therefore the earth is doomed". Now im sorry, but i would gladly give my right arm, my mother, and all the baby seals in the world, just for ten minutes in that thing. Its just godly, in that cockpit, surrounded by racing harnesses, and no roof, you feel like hercules charging towards some distant enemy, that is, you feel bloody fantastic!


And im being serious now, the Caterham is, for lack of a better word, perfectr, the fiesty engine will set you up nicely so that, on the right road, you'll be nudging 170 miles an hour, now that, i think you'll find, is pretty quick. But it's about more than just speed, the Caterham is a car that has so much history, so much character, that it might as wll be a real person. It has what some would call, a soul. And that, for me, is what makes a good car great, its what seperates the mondeos from the ferraris. Any car that can make you feel like a ten year old boy is number one in my books. You could have four mortages, three kids, and a drug problem, and in the Caterham, you just wouldn't care. All that matters is that next turn, that next bend, that next blot in the distance. That ladies and gentlemen, is a true soul car.


And there you have it, my faveourite car of the year is not some 300 mile an hour gut busting, brain belching supercar, but rather a car that has real character, and real soul. Now before most of you sod off and try and find something better to read, just take a minute to think, what is your faveourite car? think of one that has as much soul as the Caterham, as much felling of absolute supremacy over the road. No? Couldnt do it? good, im glad, because that means im right after all...