-Greatest sense of occasion: Rolls-Royce Phantom VII (wonderfully wafty; you know you’ve arrived)
-Best way to arrive in style: Monteverdi 375L Berlinette (graceful, classy, elegant, discerning, discrete, mysterious…)
-Best way to stop traffic in its tracks: 1938 Delahaye 145 V12 Coupe by Chapron (majestic and stunning)
-Best car to make passersby smile: AMC Pacer X (difficult not to crack a smile when a chubby, happy-looking Pacer waddles by)
-Best motoring cure for insomnia: Toyota Prius (any) ( (yawn, I’m struggling to keep my eyes open)
-Best car for none-car enthusiasts: Daewoo Nubira (unforgivably dull, instantly forgettable and moved motoring along at the pace of a stuffed deceased tortoise)
-Best none-UK market car to import from far, far away: IKA-Renault Torino TS Coupe from Argentina (or the Momo Mirage from the USA) (both attractive V8 coupes that never made it over to Europe, despite both being styled in Italy)
-Best steering: Citroen SM (more direct than a go-kart, with less than one turn lock-to-lock, and an automatic return to dead straight. Though now almost 50 years old, the SM’s steering still shames all other cars that have followed in its tracks).
-Most comfortable ride: Citroen GS (a four-wheeled magic carpet that won’t turn the passengers green – unless it’s with envy)
-Best off-road: Land Rover Series 3 90 (the ideal machine for when the going gets really rough)
-Best car in which to follow a bright star leading to a crib in a manger: Mercedes-AMG G63 6x6 (or Citroen 2CV Sahara if not in a rush) (a go-anywhere Tonka Toy for the desert)
-Best side profile shape: Alfa Romeo Tipo 33 Stradale (low, curvaceous, sexy)