CaptainFaux
CaptainFaux
CaptainFaux

Turns out I live in .... Camry Junction. Meh.

My whole family rides and I used to work P/T at a bike shop, so generally speaking, I try to give cyclists a wide berth and the benefit of the doubt. But these hipster douchebag got everything that was coming to him by ignoring traffic laws, not to mention not wearing a helmet on DC roads (if a car doesn't get you,

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Mike Ehrmantraut is very disappointed in both of you gentlemen.

I hear PKilla is looking for a new job, preferably involving high-end autos.

I came out of the pool this morning to see that someone had scratched my hood. Between my post-swim mellow and this story (nice timing, BTW), the urge to kill (or at least bitch-slap somebody) is fading.

Was at a hoity-toity (or gouty tooth, as Autocorrect put it) equestrian event a few months back and LR was the presenting sponsor so they had a small off-road course near the stadium. Me having two X chromosomes, the guy asked if I wanted to drive the Evoque. I said,"No Poshmbile for me, thanks. I want the real

Question for tattood commenters: Does seeing Bieber with tats make you want to run to the dermatologist's office to have yours lasered off as soon as humanly possible?

I have been away from manuals for less than three months but I already miss that little moment of smug satisfaction I used to get from reading these aborted carjacking stories.

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To the Mad Men wannabe who dreamed up this commercial:

My mom had the Indy Fiero, minus the graphics. In fact, I learned to drive that in that car before my dad found me a beater. Good thing I swam a lot in those days — I needed the upper body strength to turn that steering wheel (no power steering — for you young'uns, imagine trying to steer solely on momentum after the

Not sure why anyone WOULD ride in the gutter. That's asking to go ass over tea kettle when your wheel gets caught in the grate.

How does this dipshit know the cyclist doesn't also own a car and pay for a tax disc (akin to a city/county tax decal in the U.S.)? Most of my cycling friends are also car owners.

Any more, the whole Lesbaru thing is just lazy writing. Hell, the dog park lot near me could be mistaken for a Subie dealership most weekends — I see lots of 3rd generation Foresters (and now a few 2014s, like mine), as well as 5th gen Outbacks. And while I'm sure there are probably a couple gay owners here and there,

Yowza. By way of comparison, a 2014 MT Forester's curb weight is 3,296 lbs for the manual and 3,366 lbs for the CVT.

Rather than repeat other people's rules, I'll just add this one: no dogs on the console or front seats. 1. It's dangerous. 2. Forester consoles are notoriously vulnerable to toenail indentations. 3. I like to keep the dog hair localized.

My next female dog is going to be named Caterham, provided she's small and can haul ass.

Yep, it does take longer to learn to juggle all that crap while driving a manual. I guess the theory/hope is that you just never really get into that habit. That approach worked for me but I was driving before I had a cellphone (got my license in 1990). Not convinced it would work as effectively with a teenager today,

I could go for that. However, the problem with the District is that the chances of one or more of us getting a parking ticket are high. (If it weren't for their parking Gestapo and red light cams, I'm pretty sure the city would be dead broke.) I'd be more inclined to go somewhere in Arlington, etc. where parking isn't

Bad week for that generation CRV. First the airbag recalls, now a high-profile fugitive ...