Yeah, heel-toe is a bit of a misnomer. It’s ball-of-foot-side-of-foot.

Ball of foot on brake, side of foot on gas... That’s how I’ve always done it.

Still not the worst beating suffered by a Ventura on the mound.

I remember the good ol’ days when if you crashed you just blamed Pastor Maldonado. Now things are so complicated...

Tonight! James waves at some pigeons. Hammond gets carsick. I point at a sign. And our Prime Minister modifies a Micra!

I’m going to be that guy and say the GT350's flat plane.

I’ll have you know that I design some of the best UX experiences.

Calm down and let me make you some tuna fish, right after I finish fixing my hot water heater.

I hate it when he talks about his GUI interface.

What do you call an MD who only treats other MDs? A doctor doctor.
Sorry, I’ll go now.

Which really cramps his style when he goes to the ATM machine.

You’re just mad because you can never remember your PIN number.

Come on, there’s not a single bit of innocent bystander smeared across the hood…

I’m deathly terrified of the turn signal.

My approach:

Alternatively, if he was a bit older and in mid-life crisis mode he would have been at the local Porsche dealer....

As you point out it’s gator mating season. He was just looking for a good deal on a minivan to take his soon to be new kids around.

Not everyone was meant to fly.

Yes, however, it’s worth noting that most other countries that do this send you through an actual government-controlled office, like MoT in UK or Shaken in Japan. You don’t go to some government “licensed” office like Big Jim’s who has a financial interest in you failing your inspection.