This is definitely why I’ve never kept a journal or blog, because every time I started, I’d go back even a couple weeks and hate what I’d written. My bad tweenage opinions can evaporate into the ether, thankyouverymuch.

It would be a selfie or a quickie, not sure which.

I hate what identity politics have done to environmental conversation.

The only correct answer is “on its own shift lever”.

David, you are going to get good and bad advice in the comment section here.

The VehiCross. It was simply ahead of its time. What were weird styling details in the 90s and early 00s are now bland in 2016. It’s not so much that the VX has gotten better looking with time...everything around it has gotten so ugly and weird that the VX has become an adonis.

Oh, and why is worried about the trailer, and not the WANG SHAPED POND only a few blocks away?

YOU’RE one way to meet a daily posting quota, you filthy horse-loving bastard! Lemme at you! Get back in front of that screen! Hey! HEY! I’m talking to you! GET BACK HERE!

I’ve also leaked some blood into my coolant before, and made plenty of mechanical mistakes, so I consider it a mutually toxic relationship with my cars.

I name it Green Metallic.

You spelled Ferrari 250 GTO wrong

(I couldn’t edit my post in time... here’s more)

We need, like, 18,000 more of you.

This is still the all-time winner.

Same comment I left to Lightening Zone over on Oppo. My approximation of Johan de Nysschen’s reply to dealers:

I got hired at a tire store in spite of not being able to drive a stick.

For years as a teenager I always though the ultimate driving food was a grain based food that came in cans and bottles (preferably 16 oz. pounders and 40's). Rumor is, the Egyptians built the pyramids with this stuff as their main dietary staple.

I'm all passionate about naps. I think of them when I wake up, when I'm at work, when I'm eating, and when I go to sleep. I woke up from my nap the other day. In my dream, I was holding a wad of cash trying to get the lady to get me my fries and Coke. When I woke, I wasn't holding my cash. I was holding my fat roll.…