I really hope that front end damage is CGI - the “sunray” cracks in the windshield seem to indicate it. It’s a ‘63, btw.

I really hope we have a Friday Pissing Contest where you can elaborate on this story.

OK, I may stay thoroughly gray for this, but here goes: I’m much more impressed by David walking away silently from Ms. Greene than I am with him starting a pillow fight with a loony.

Yes, yes, I know - white guy playing an Inca; but DAMN:

The one and only Harris Glenn Milstead... Divine.

Besides the one that’s my username (clobbered by a hit-and-run in front of my house), I briefly owned a ‘64 Pontiac Catalina 2+2 convertible. One-owner L.A. car, white over white with a black interior. It came up at a county estate auction lot and I waited a couple months for it to clear probate, then literally jumped…

Well, see, they affixed the skis to the bedding, and the big sheet of snow was no longer affixed to the mountain, and - oh never mind.

R.I.P. Cloris. My favorite performance: Melba Stokes in Jonathan Demme’s fifties kitschfest road movie Crazy Mama from 1975. Just watch her take at 3:44 when her mother (Ann Sothern) asks, “How was he?”

Good Lord, is that the highway that runs north towards Calexico? If so, back in ‘82 it’s where I took my car up to 102 mph just to say I hit the century mark.

The texts I saw in the Sun video translated to something on the order of “have to clean up first - do you have lube - don’t bring lotion - no I don’t - ha ha I’ll bring a little”. 

HeliCoil?

Hell yeah. In my first job, there was a secret Santa gift exchange - one woman on my assembly line got a gift-wrapped bag of dog shit.

The mighty have fallen... Bet it would take a week to run it through the crusher.

If anybody ever needed trunks...

Yeah, well:

My noodge of an aunt who last year took a dump with the bathroom door open when I was in the next room.

When I was eight years old, in the fall of 1968, on board the school bus with my fellow third-graders who were chanting “Nixon! Nixon! He’s our man! Humphrey belongs in the garbage can!” (Chicago suburbs.) And my mother telling me Wallace was a bad choice because he’d take away our summer vacations and make us go to…

Or at least bigly.

Aren’t those wheelcovers ‘65-only? And IIRC the Corvair script was only on the front trunk lid in’65, then it was moved down onto the front panel for the rest of the run.

The wrecked Ford on the bridge is a ‘49, IDed by the trunk handle and the round gas cap on the quarter panel.