When I was a little lad in the 50s my dad was taking us all to Blackpool for the day in our Ford Anglia (biscuit tin model) when a police motor bike pulled him over on the road over Belmont for speeding. The copper's words are forever etched in my memory as my dad wound his window down.   "We think we're Stirling Moss then, do we, sir?"

It's true, I swear it! :-)