I often wonder about the types of people hired to name motor vehicles. Take the Ford Ka for instance. I often wonder whether the Ford's marketing department were short on budget and the letters "c" and "k" were omitted from the final draft designs.

On a recent sojourn to the office in Londinium, I was tailgated by one of those huge 4x4 double-cab psuedo pick-ups. At 85 mph with trucks and slow moving traffic to the left there's not a lot of room to move over. Yet the penile inadequate in the monster truck thought he could intimidate me into cutting up the young dolly sipping her latte in the vehicle alongside. As he moved to within inches of the rear bumper I just tapped the brake pedal with my left foot, just enough to flash the brake lights on and off. Nice to see that modern ABS technology really does work and with nose pressed firmly against windscreen the inadequate leased off a stream of invective and sign language.

Once it was safe for me to move to the left I did so. As the vehicle behind came past I noticed that it was indeed a Mitsubishi L200 Trojan. How apt I thought. Like it's prophylactic counterpart, it requires a dick to become fully functional.