The Cerbera... Now this is what I call the British muscle car; loud, brutal and barely refined. And none of this makes it bad, really. It's a car that loves being pushed hard, because that's what it was made for. You want elegance? You're better off with a Jaaaag. TVR's were created to smack drivers right in the face with all sorts of adrenaline rushes. And thank god for that.
Sub-zero? Sadly not; the design is a hit and miss sort of case and the reliability of TVR's does not have the best of reputations. But let's face it, even if you had a Cerbera, you'd probably care very little about it breaking down ("What's this? My car's broke? Oh well, better get it fixed, because I want more of that danger and adrenaline pumping through my veins). And despite being named after a dog from Hell, if you drive a Cerbera the wrong way you'll end up going to the Pearly Gates instead. But despite all this, this Blackpool brawler is a great sports car. It's cool, very cool...