Magic Wand McDonnell is pandering to his base by crapping on all the northerners in the blue DC suburbs — the ones who buy hybrids.

1. Hehe.

Depends on where I am. If I'm back in KY, I drop the "uh" because I sound like an asshole. In DC, I pronounce it correctly and blend in with all the other assholes. (Also, I can feel my college German professor cringing when I say it wrong now.)

On behalf of the double-X chromosome drivers, I would like to state for the record that I have never run out of gas. (One of my ex-boyfriends did once, however.) I rarely even let it get below 1/4 because of the possibility of the fuel pump overheating.

The light in my Forester comes on kinda early (around 1/8) compared to my old Integra, which was more like 1/16.

Plus, it runs on the crap left over from making wine, which is my kind of eco-car.

I have been meaning to replace all the generic art in my apartment with photos I've taken, Olympic venue posters (I'm a swim nerd on top of being a quasi-gearhead) and hopefully, this poster if the LeMons folks still have it in stock. My dad had a 924 when I was in junior high and I speak just enough German. Want!

You know, I kind of like that Wifey upped the ante by demanding rude comments as well. She sounds like a mischievous sort. Or domineering. But at least somewhat creative.

My parents came over to Europe to visit my brother and me when he was stationed in Germany and I was studying in Austria. We took a weekend trip to Prague in '94 and rented a flat. I remember being out on the front stoop having coffee with my dad and looking at all the Trabants without their wiper blades. He explained…

Are we sure this isn't that teenage dbag who tried to use his dad's R8 as a snowplow?

And now we have a U.S. premiere date, too: Feb. 4th! That has to be the smallest gap ever between the episodes airing over there and here.

I always thought of the hardtop Z3 as Munich's answer to the Munstermobile.

The few times I've gone whitewater rafting, I really liked it because paddle sports are the only other place where my leftover swimmer's upper body are actually helpful.

My neighbor was ordered to give up the stick after her second ACL reconstruction. Once during a hiking trip about 75 miles from home, I got food poisoning and had to ask her to come out of retirement to drive my manual home.

How about a nice carbon fiber oar? But hey, whatever works for you. I know climbing is not for me. I rappelled once — and that was enough to show me I didn't want to do that or rock-climb ever again. Stupid fear of heights.

That one might have been the best 'Jeopardy' skit.

Yeah, they might as well. It's probably only a matter of time before I succumb and buy a kayak with my REI dividend.

REI memberships AND annual National Parks Service memberships. (Really, they should just cut out the middle man and hand you your NPS pass with your keys.)

When I worked P/T at a bike shop, we used to hang our crash-retired helmets near the new helmets in case customers told us they didn't think they needed one. Usually worked. Also, they are so light and well-vented now that you can't really use the "uncomfortable" excuse anymore.

Agreed. I read the TG magazine preview last weekend. Sorry Slow, but Hamster is the only one who seems to have done this properly for the Nile trip.