Hammond drives the icons: Integra Type-R

Hell, even the choice of colours was limited; you could have black, red or white, as though being burdened with too wide a choice of paint finishes might add weight and interfere with the infinite precision and razor-edged sharpness of the car. It even looks serious: pinched and kind of waspish, it doesn't want any flabby silliness from you, fatty, so walk smartly past the plain, no-nonsense nose, and hop in.