"Grimly Curmudgeon" wrote in message
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It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember "top gear"
saying something like:

Really, your advice is misleading ********.

Say that to my auto design engineer friend and he may be tad amused.

I don't believe he exists.

Imaginary friends are nothing to be ashamed of; they're just a symptom
of something.

Oh he exists alright, and as Doctor Evil recommends use cheap supermarket
oil for 40,000 miles as you all know the answers, and would know this is
what is best.