It is with great sadness that Sniff Petrol has to announce that it is withdrawing from the internet with immediate effect.
In these difficult financial times it has become impossible to justify this website’s continued presence in what has always been a very expensive arena of competition. Sniff Petrol has always found taking part in the internet to be a powerful aid to research and development but, in the current economic climate, we have realised that this is essentially bollocks and it’s time to stop spunking money away on embarrassing failure in the public eye.
Ha! Not really. Thanks to everyone who has supported this website in the past year. Enjoy this special Christmas edition and we’ll see you again for a proper issue in the new year. Until then, Merry Christmas and a very happy new year.
Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat. But not, as it turns out, as fat as the sales of the splendid new Big Book of Top Gear which was written by the bloke behind this website. Not literally behind it. I think directly behind it is just some wires and circuit boards and stuff. If anyone’s feeling handy with a screwdriver they might want to look into that one. Where were we? Oh yes, the Big Book of Top Gear. It’s sort of like Top Gear on the TV, but it’s a book. In other words, it’s not really like Top Gear on the telly although someone on Amazon has called it ‘childish’ in his review so there must be some similarity somewhere.
A hot and heavy silence embraces the slowly rolling flat lands of these most Eastern Midlands like a wet shadow, clawing and gnawing at their infinite edges like an invisible spaniel of nothingness. Yet as I survey the dashboard in front of me all signs are as normal as a Home Counties bank manager eating toast on a Tuesday. The dials glow like celestial suns of precious information whilst peppy pop music prances and patters from the preening speakers that surround me. But as I sit here, the car as stationary as the back section of a branch of WH Smith, something is as wrong as getting intimate with your gran. The engine is nowhere, AWOL, a desperate disparu making its presence felt by its absence. But I’m not worried for this is no reason to call Mssrs AA and RAC. This is singular shutdown by design. This is the Toyota Auris TR 1.33 Dual VVT-I Stop & Start.
