Sweet FJ.

I just wish someone had written up a post on the Hellcats. They were virtually ignored by the Jalopnik staff.

Well, this one time in the ‘90s, my family went on vacation. We have a big family, and a winter storm knocked our power out, and somehow the person in charge of making sure we were all in the airport shuttle miscounted. So I got left home alone for a couple days. No biggie, I found some cash for snacks and pizza, but…

I drew a dick in white-out on a girl named Brittany’s dark blue, monogrammed backpack in 7th grade (using the B as the balls and drawing the shaft out to the left behind it, of course) and got suspended for three weeks. My dad made me mow the lawn every single day because he didn’t know how else to punish me. It was a…

Are you a cop?

I know it makes sense given the lack of muffler and all the talk but I didn’t truly believe reviews or reports until I heard one in person. Hype about movies let me down and I figured the same thing for this little beast. The only time I did see one I was at a light with my windows down when the distant BRAAAAAAP…

I’ll fight you.

At certain points, I would swear I was driving a Porsche 911.

If only every auto journo was like Mr. Regular.

[An early Porsche 918 test mule. It might not look much like the hypercar you know and lust over, but we all have to start somewhere, right? Photo Credit: Porsche]

Not troll at all. It’s a lot of fun.

the design process

Seriously, people.