Holy christ, that flick came up in conversation last week. We had quite the discussion about it.

I don’t doubt the facts. I was merely expressing surprise.

Heartland Park kicks ass with its 14 turns (or, apparently 18, depending on how you count), natural elevation change and large runoff areas, along with a mix of technical turns, a decent hairpin and some decent speeds. I am more familiar with it when the dragstrip doubled as the front straight.

Leave Kansas alone,…

Holy shit! Mitsubishi sold 138,000 vehicles in North America last year? Really?

I’m a sports car guy at heart, pining away for the least useful sort of car there is when it comes to transportation. While I want a sports car, I can never say I need one.

When people tell me they need an SUV, I politely point out that they don’t work in the construction or for the Forest Service, they don’t live in…

WeatherTech mats are no match for a determined gang of children armed with juice boxes and crackers.

Toddlers? Hah. That’s amateur-hour stuff. Give it a couple of years.

The minivan exists because you can have up to four kids safely strapped into their own seats with a DMZ between each of them. Too bad that eating children does not equal quiet children. I can hear every crumb-flying nibble of a cracker from two rows…

We also paid for the optional carpet with the orange-tinted deeply impregnated crumbs in the fibers. That way we beat the kids to the punch.

Once you open the Pandora’s box of allowing kids to eat in the car, all bets are off. My kids learn new cuss words every time I fold down the rear seats in the van to put some sort of extra-large cargo in there. It’s astonishingly that there are more goldfish crackers in our minivan than in the local Costco. There are…

It’s funny how often family concerns never make the statistics. Almost no one really wants to leave his family, but the compulsion to earn more for them is what drives them to cross the border. And, yeah, returning to family is often the plan for the people whose families don’t follow them here. That’s not surprising…

I will say that is most certainly not always the case. The auto plants (and the many Tier 1 suppliers down there) can pick and choose, but I also know more than a handful of people who took customs and border crossing into their own hands were were relatively well educated and had pretty extensive skills training…

Understood, but that’s a net flow number. Some are still coming here, despite it being more difficult and costing a lot more.

I’m trying to come to terms with the “extreme” ideas espoused in recent years by the Democratic party. Voting rights? Universal(ish) health care? Gender equality? Narrowing the gap between rich and poor?

Sorry, but the Democrats, from what I have seen, do not cater to the “far” left. Mainstream Republicanism includes…

How did that happen? So many reasons, but they seem to pander to the religious right and elevate bullshit like anti-choice, anti-gay, alleged biblical shit to the top of their platform. And also fear of brown people — ISIS, Mexicans, African-Americans, South Asians, etc. That toxic soup of hatred allows them to rope…

Reformed Republican here, current bleeding heart ‘librul. My entire life I have tried to buy American, sometimes because of quality perceptions (tools, shoes, etc.), but mostly because I’d rather my neighbor have a job. Not that has boss be wealthy, but that he could afford a decent, middle-class life.

A little over…

Just the other day I was wondering, with the proliferation of casinos, a recognition of animal rights and online gambling up the wazoo, do they still race greyhounds?

How the fuck does this pile of bloody rags and unpaid bills to the State of Rhode Island and Providence Plantations get the right to claim “Gehrig” are part of his twitter handle?

Came here to point out that someone had beaten me to the punch of the stigmata joke and was not disappointed to see someone had beaten me to the punch.

Yeah, but it’s really an illusion—all smoke and (big truck towing) mirrors.

I am a believer in Bangle. This car, like most of his designs, would never constitute beautiful in the same sense as a 1950s/1960s Ferrari or anything prewar and French, but, damn, if the man didn’t pen some incredibly distinctive and thoroughly modern designs.