Bond, Autoshite Bond

[Guest Breadvan72]

[LabRat]

Of course, Bond wouldn't be Bond without a fine* selection of automobiles to choose from...

 

 

(Sod the missiles 007, I've managed to get the bastard to start!)

 

 

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[Guest Breadvan72]

007 contends relentlessly against the evil force known only as B.U.T.L.E.R.

[mercrocker]

Of course he would need a thoroughbred British sports car of suitable pedigree....

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Junkman]

Of course he would need a thoroughbred British sports car of suitable pedigree....

 

Indeed.

 

[LabRat]

Don't know about sports car, but we have style* and class* in bucket loads...

 

 

 

 

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[Six-cylinder]

Of course he would need a thoroughbred British sports car of suitable pedigree....

 

 

 

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Mrs Cylinder owns this very car! She has some photos from the advert photoshoot too.

[mercrocker]

^^Great to hear its survived in good hands, then!

[Guest Breadvan72]

Here is the Bond girl

 

 

[seth]

Well, this seems an appropriate place to put this, spotted on Sunday at Stoneleigh.

 

 

[Pillock]

Bond takes out his phone to control his car. Nokia 3210 in hand, he deftly turns off that bloody predictive text before sending WHERE'S MY BLOODY CAR to Q. Less than 15 minutes later, a Renault Scenic lurches around the corner, Wai Lingho tyres screeching, and Bond grabs the passenger door handle. 

"You'll have to get in the back" shouts Q through the top-end rattle

"What?"

"Door handle's busted. Get in the back".

Bond jumps in the rear of the car and mashes the remains of a Twix into the velour. Suddenly, a high-pitched whine becomes louder and louder - looking out the back window, Bond makes out the shape of a Rover 820SLi with a grumbly wheel bearing.

"Shit, it's JewishRacingGoldfinger. Step on it Q!"

Calling up the full reserves of power, Q propels the Scenic through the suburbs of Cardiff followed closely by the Rover. 

"What have we got, Q? What weapons can I use on this car?"

Q looked slightly sheepish.

"You did equip us with something, didn't you? Lasers? Pulse guns to disable their electronics? Anything?"

"Well ,you see.... " said Q, "It took quite a bit of work to get through the MoT. Sills were fucked, proper hanging, and then we had to rev the shit out of it to go through emissions. By then it was Sunday night, and after I'd had a few beers I didn't really have time. So, no. Nothing".

With every corner, the Rover came closer. Bond could see the glint in JRGfinger's eyes, the missing lacquer on the bonnet, and the bald inside edge of the tyre probably down to tracking.

 

Suddenly, he had an idea. Stamping hard on the floor, he felt the reassuring sound of a loose exhaust rubber. Again he stamped, and again. his plan was working, and in short order he heard the noise of an exhaust tailpipe making a bid for freedom. Glancing through the back window he saw the tailpipe cartwheel down the road, straight under the doomed Rover and directly into the offside tyre. The weak point. The Rover slowed, there was no way the chase could continue with a flat tyre, and at once Bond knew he was safe.

 

"Ha, no chance of getting a 195/55R15 of an evening. That's the last we'll see of JRGfinger tonight" he mused.

[Crusty Sills]

All 007's need a despicable villain.

 

 

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[Guest Breadvan72]

[Paul Dupart]

Humber Spectre?