Please God don't let Pontiac come back and get the same idea!

For what it's worth (nothing), you get a star from me as well as a public (if greyed out) pat on the back (also worth nothing) for your objections. Jalopnik has, expectedly, lost the plot in the name of broader appeal (advertising). I read the article and you read the article, but I'm not going to be among those to…

God I miss the good old days of simple stupidity, devoid of any possibility to commoditize or otherwise justify it. How I loathe today's videogenic brand of foolishness disingenuously presented as cautionary tales. No, sir, I will NOT enjoy your stupidity; it is too complex for me to understand.

Some people scan for words, some people actually read. Kudos to you for actually reading.

Because you'll ashamed to be seen in it, you'll put the car on blocks and turn it into a $45K generator for your Tesla Model S.

I'm a bit old. When did "supercut" replace "cumshot compilation"?

He tried to do it counter-clockwise, but it kept inexplicably reverting to clockwise.

A long while ago, I housed an Australian friend's parents in my apartment for a spell. The first morning, I woke up, walked to the kitchen, and watched his dad emptying a couple of packs of bacon into one of my stock pots. As a good home cook, I was horrified, but charmed by the clumsiness of it all. To my…

It's an Italian car; can't you just invoke omertà on the tire repair.

People like them they gobs. To this day, I credit the greater success of the LS400 over what was arguably the better car (Infiniti Q45) to the traditional grille. I often wonder how we'll wean our ourselves from it when (gasp) all cars are electric.

You mean those squat little gun turrets they're calling windows these days?

Definitely the story of Violette Morris, the lesbian, Nazi spy, who had her breasts removed so she could fit better into her race car. There's already a novel, "Lovers at the Chameleon Club, Paris 1932" and no story covers any more Academy-Award wooing subject matters.

Likewise, there's a segment of the population that buys "fun to drive" cars (those acknowledged as drivers' cars by the enthusiast press) to show off their credentials as a savvy enthusiast even though they are crappy drivers who aren't definitively having more fun. Image plays into the decision of all who are…

Exactly. This "can't they get anything more out of x engine" is a tiresome and ignorant refrain. When used to tout the superiority of another manufacturer's engineering prowess it misses the point that this is purely a marketing decision for all manufacturers.

Overall, not hilarious but I love the sly comment the actor makes when the ladies are in the cab, "Hey, you guys wanna check out the bed?" The ensuing giggle suggests that truck guys are more handsome, but not THAT much more.

Defibrillators in your workplace ARE shocking—well, sometimes.

Not the tackiest:

Isn't that what the "halo" part of "halo car" signifies?

Looks like there's plenty of room for a halo, so, no.

I wouldn't call them common and I live in LA. However, many know them from Audi's merciless, but effective, product-placement efforts, especially "Iron Man", and that is another reason the R8 is the definitive playbook for halo marketing. In addition, it was featured (in prototype form) in "I, Robot", named after an…