Already Shat.

Appreciate Durango pic. That was fun. Lets play more ‘Spot-The-WTF?!!’

Well, mostly ...mostly.

Eyes right to it. Sorta thing ya notice out there, and decide to get a look at the driver ...’lil nod etc. (and Stef, Torch ...my office, now!! ...bring cars.)

Having similar seasons.

Wow, neat! My Ehlers Danlos Syndrome double-jointed feet used to be that useful when younger...

Gave the 16-year old step-kid the keys to the jet-black ‘90 Supra *manual* ...took less than two hours to perfection. Did my due diligence, the manual lives on.

Blind man and the elephant! Ohhh, thank you for reminding of that great fable! Beautiful reference and apropos to Saab.

Baahahaha! Sorry, I’d missed your good quip!

“But she looked over 18!”

APB out for this guy and a duck.

Ah, Neil Peart’s retirement bike has arrived!

Translations: ...you empty-headed animal food trough wiper. I fffffart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!

The Boeing Presidential 747 (VC-25As) are a beautiful marriage of function. I’ve spent a great deal of time with the aircraft(s) and they deserve some clarification here.

Well I’m certain a man of his means could find an alternative way in which to obtain the Mercedes. But it’ll have to have a sunroof...

This one morning, my valet had laid out mismatched socks for me. It was only then it was discovered he had previously stolen items from a former employer and made passes at the stable boys.

Always loved the MSP gumball machines and the cool STOP hood signs. When in conjunction with that great, ‘super-trooper’ blue paint, one could easily spot an MSP trooper, even in rearview mirror or in any median turn-about, from over a mile away. Your attention always immediately drawn to the unmistakable car with its…

Brings to mind this great WW2 training cartoon explaining the physics and dynamics of the B-17 to new pilots. The AoA designed into the tail-dragger is particularly poignant here:

Well, a decent, fair runner *walks around the car, inspecting slowly* ...of course, nothing like the lurid 80s pimp-mobile Riv we had, but a pretty decent, solid ...OH DEAR GOD, I FORGOT ABOUT THAT CREEPY, PURSED-CATFISH-LIP REAR-END!!! KILL IT!!! QUICK, IT’S GONNA GIT AWAY!! HIT IT IN DE HEAD BEFORE IT JUMPS OUTTA…

Dear Jalopnik: please tell us all about pooping.