While it's not a fixed decoration, a friend of mine saw a Lamborghini Aventador hauling a Christmas tree last week. As you can imagine, we had some fun with that one. "I'ma sorry, signor, having your paint job ruined by tree sap is not covered under your warranty."

That's actually pretty awesome.

Those kids should be forced to watch that video of dogs who can drive sticks while Nelson Muntz points at them and yells, "Ha ha!"

Well, this certainly ups the ante for Subaru's next round of driving dog Super Bowl ads.

Ooh, I like that idea. Consider it stolen.

Albany, Georgia's hottest club is (sound of an air compressor), located at the parking lot behind the AutoZone. The bouncer is that gas station lady in the jorts from the Alabama episode of 'Top Gear' and the password is "Man Love Rules OK." This club's got everything: SpongeBob seat covers, Guatemalans changing…

Damn, I love that town. I could see a car chase through the Getreidegasse or the path up to Hohensalzburg. They'd have to be Fiats, MINIs or smarts, though.

Sorry about that, Supernintendo Chalmers.

Granted, it's no Stelvio or Bolivian Death Road, I recall the 2-lane road leading to the ferry between Germany and Denmark being incontinence-inducing. Everyone was either speeding to make it on time or they'd had a couple drinks on the boat and were now behind the wheel. It was the only time I ever gripped the "Oh…

I have a current body style N/A model as well. I love it, and I'm not even a no-nonsense lesbian (just a competent straight chick who likes AWD and rowing her own gears). I believe the Top Gear review called it "a field-worthy estate car for people who know what's what." Works for me. My Forester is like a faithful…

#1. I was on Skyline Drive in Shenandoah Nat'l Park a lot this summer, and surprisingly, I never really felt the need for speed. Was too busy shifting and steering around the twisties — and cursing the motorcyclists with training wheels for going 25 in front of me. (Plus, Going to the Sun Road in Glacier Nat'l Park in…

If I must go to the mall, then I park near the least hip department store. Usually works pretty well.

Ah yes, the Egyptian power grab. That's going to end well.

Aww, man, for a second there, I thought you would be talking about the Pontiac J2000. Now it was a crap car and all, but my mom had one and it would have given my dad and me some quality nostalgia time.

Ah, yes, dating a Russian. Did that for about a year (Ukrainian by way of Israel in my case) . Can't say I really miss the food — or his mom slipping him the phone numbers of her Ukrainian friends' daughters behind my back.

"Comedians Getting Coffee in Old Sports Cars" sounds like that Steve Coogan/Rob Brydon series (and later movie) from a few years back.

As for convincing Wonderful One, wait for the next 'Top Gear' marathon on TV or cherry-pick A few really great episodes. I always liked cars beforehand but that's what cemented my gearheadedness. My whole family are TG junkies.

Autocrossing would seem to be a gateway drug. That's how my dad started.

Jalop ran a 2014 Forester preview last week. It's growing on me a little. New version of my trim has a 6-spd with some interior updates. I may test-drive one for the hell of it.

I went to OU — finished classes in '95, got the paper in '96. Where in Detroit did you live? BTW, BeelzeBuick was navy, too.