Might be a repost - Clarkson is a clown and the docs didn't find any appropriate medication to cure his notorious Porschephobia
If anybody had doubts about his mental health condition he might have a look at his comments on The Cayman in the Sunday Times yesterday. I couldn't link the article from timesonline, so I paste some quotes here:
"I had to drive in convoy through central London last week behind the Top Gear producer in a bright yellow Porsche Coxster. Or Gayman, to give it its official name. You might imagine this would be quite a thrill; driving through one of the most vibrant and amazing cities in the world in an egg yellow Porsche. And indeed you'd be right. It was quite a thrill. But only for me, in the car behind.
Very often in car magazines reporters will claim the car they've been driving caused a bit of a stir as they motored along, but this is only to make the job of road testing seem more important than is actually the case. It's almost a cry for help. "Hey, I'm not a nerd. Everyone loves cars."
But the fact is that here in Britain you could drive a polka-dot Rolls-Royce through the Queen's legs and no one would look up.
One bloke in Autocar claimed recently that a Lamborghini Gallardo caused "absolute mayhem" when he parked it in a Tesco car park. But I assure you it didn't. You get "absolute mayhem" when you drop a cluster bomb in the residential area of a big city. What you get when you drive a Lamborghini into a British supermarket car park is called "studied indifference".
However, if you have a yellow Porsche Coxster it turns out that people will turn round and point. And then they'll nudge their friend, who'll point too. And then they'll both have a jolly good laugh. Twice people leant out of their vans to call my producer friend a student of onanism.
And then there's the reaction he got from people in proper Porsches, by which I mean the 911. They laughed, too. Because turning up in the big city in a Coxster is like turning up to Elton and David's white tie and tiara party in a rented DJ.
Of course, from behind the wheel you are blissfully unaware of the hysteria in your wake. Because of the limited rear visibility you simply can't tell that you've turned London into a scene from a Smash commercial. You're sitting there thinking, I look good. I feel sharp. I've spent Pounds43,930 on a mid-engined sports coupé. What a tool . . . . . . you look.
What you're doing is strutting through town with your flies undone. You're commuting to work with your skirt tucked into your knickers. The Coxster? It's like congratulating someone on the forthcoming arrival of their baby only to find they're just fat
The poor think you're a git for having a Porsche. The people with proper Porsches think you're a git because you actually don't have a Porsche at all. The Coxster, then, is the most embarrassing car in the world, except for one thing . . . it's beaten, just, by the car you see in the photographs this morning. The Nissan Micra C+C."
I guess this guy has a serious problem