The cover of Life Is A Highway by Rascal Flatts is terrible, and referring it to as “iconic” is truly dumb.

Shield’s Date Garden is a must-stop if you’re heading up to or back from the Mojave.

If I worked there, I would be stealing the lunch and spiking the coffee of the guy whose son/friend filmed the GTA6 stuff on his home office workstation.

I smell another crowd-sourced slide show article coming up.

Back when I was a Dodge Magnum/LX Platform enthusiast, we were irritated by the fact that they were speed limited to ~128 because of the horrible Continental tires that were OEM.

Was scrolling to see if someone mentioned this.  

It’s an entirely different kind of flying. All together.

Ah, the halcyon days of Wolf 3D (all six episodes on one floppy!) and Doom.

Looked at 74 Satellite once that was owned by the guy’s mom. She had gotten too old to drive, so she stopped driving it but it was still warmed up/moved around every few weeks. Great shape...he said she drove it to the store and to church, and the condition and low miles certainly supported it, but the 400 motor had a…

Should have used a toothpick or rubberband

When I first saw the headline, I was wondering if this was the time-honored tradition of taking a sawzall to the beater and seeing how long you could drive it before you couldn’t open the doors any more

Fun thing about those 3-spoke steering wheels is that they completely block the AC vents for the driver.  So unless you’ve constantly got the wheel cranked, you’re going to end up with an ice-cold or blazing hot pair of spokes.

“Broken Arrow. It’s a Class 4 Strategic Theatre Emergency. It’s what we call it when we lose a nuclear weapon.

Take the number of vehicles in the field, A, multiply by the probable rate of failure, B, multiply by the average out-of-court settlement, C. A times B times C equals X.

In the times we played it, some of the participating cars were an early 80s accord, a mid-80s Golf, a mid-80s Pulsar, and an....underpowered (red) foxbody.

Car Tag.

Back in the 90s, my friend’s Escort EXP was hit by a firetruck at about 10 mph, but it was enough to make his engine drop down.

He had a credible lead on “Where Wallace is at” and was rushing there.

That was the best part about the Fox bodies. You had no idea what was lined up next to you at the stoplight or dragstrip. Bone stock? Gutted and blown? Somewhere in between? Who knows.