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The thing I’m most interested in is how bad must the Crosley have been for you to get into a car that says “Titties ‘n’ Beer” written on the side of it?” Jeremy asks. She’s not sure what the hell James is up to now as she watches him pull over onto the side of the road in the Crosley, before he’s getting out and slamming the door shut. And he doesn’t look pleased at all. Not that she really blames him, she would be too if she were him. In truth though, Lizzy isn’t exactly the fondest of having to be the one to drive this car. It looks terrible, and the ride is horrible. She’d quite honestly be happy to not have to drive the damn thing. The only thing it has going for it compared to the Crosley is the fact that it doesn’t have a high speed of 38mph.

Well that she won’t deny. But she just knows that later on James is going to be complaining about driving Titties ‘n’ Beer….You’re right about Montgomery Gentry having “never been a good band.” They’re a DUO; slight fundamental difference, there. And their music has always been DECENT, if not necessarily great (though they’ve had moments of greatness in the past. “Titty’s Beer” certainly isn’t on of them).

Easily the weirdest car of the bunch is the Crosley CC Four convertible, which will be driven by James May in the EuroTrip special. It was built in the late 1940s in Indiana. It’s front-wheel drive and tiny, which makes it quite strange for an American car. The Crosley only weighs approximately 1500 pounds and was powered by a 26 horsepower 724cc engine. Why not any other old European car? Why not a Citroen 2CV, a Fiat 500, or a VW Beetle? We can’t wait to find out. Both Lizzy and - surprisingly - James laugh at Richard’s comment. And Lizzy is very glad to see that it has cheered him up some. However long it’ll last though, she’s not sure….

Joe Diffie’s career sounded its death rattle at the tail end of the 90s. “Girl Ridin’ Shotgun” was simply his last gasp of air before they shoveled six feet of dirt in his face. Tim McGraw, on the other hand, has improved with his last few singles, such as “Highway Don’t Care.” The song isn’t great and it’s still very pop, but at least it isn’t rap. FZ: Well I'm gonna make it easy on you, I mean since this is England and everything we don't wanna trundle this thing into the ground, you know. Real simple: all I want is titties and beer. Titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer

The setup kind of sounds like the 2004 comedy EuroTrip, but with cars. The trio of presenters is on a 1,400-mile adventure through some of the most picturesque locations Eastern Europe has to offer, going through Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, and Slovenia. On your defense of Coe’s self-promotion, that’s all fine and dandy. Coe released his first album in 1969, so his career existed long before “this day and age,” so theoretically he had no need to self-promote (assuming that the rules have changed in some substantial way). In fact, in this day and age, I’d say that he’s laid off of his self-promotion a bit. Regardless, he has some great music, no matter how much I choose to criticize his personality. Miraculously, she’s able to convince James to not drive off just yet as some of the crew that’s still with them goes off to find a trailer and cables to tow the Crosley behind the hotrod. Although James isn’t too pleased at the idea of having to tow the Crosley, requesting one of the crew cars to tow it along, or that they just abandon it instead. Terry: Wait a minute . . . a tinge of doubt crosses my mind when you say that you want to make a deal with me

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May however surely wins the award for the worst car on the special. He chose a 1947 Crosley CC Convertible, a model that was actually one of the first mass-produced slab-sided cars in history. Under the hood of his CC was a 700cc engine, limiting May’s top speed on highways to around 40 mph. Crosley was the brainchild of Powel Crosley Jr. of Cincinnati, Ohio. He believed that cars had become too big and cumbersome, even as early as the 1940s, which was incredibly forward-thinking. FZ: Titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer David Allan Coe, the biggest self-promoter in country music history, doesn’t pander to anyone? That’s news to me. And unfortunately, since they're on a bit of a tight schedule, and because the Crosley is an utter shit, Jeremy and Richard couldn't just wait for them, even if they wanted to.

Hold on a second man, keep it forever? You're so bold. I mean, I don't know if I want to get into this after all Okay, okay, I'm getting out!" Lizzy relents, getting out as James tugs on her shirt to get her to hurry up. "You're just in a foul mood cause you missed the Prisoners of War camp." Well… I don’t want to be rude, old chap.” Richard says. “But you’re making a complete hash of this, aren’t you?” Veronika Rajek says her breasts grew huge after she spent a summer drinking her dad’s beer while sunbathing naked.Pulling up behind the Crosley, she watches as James makes his way over, and opens the driver's door before she even gets the chance to. Yeah.” Richard says. “It’ll mean we’ll have to catch a different flight home, but it’s a lot better than returning home with a grouchy James May because he missed seeing the camp because the car he chose was crap.”