Haha, fanfics are a great analogy to this type of wishful thinking.

It's become second nature for me to always check the little pop-up in the corner that tells you where the link is going. Lest the horrors of the days of old come back to haunt me.

"Just how much he was willing to scare himself behind the wheel" - a guy I talked to at a local car show described flogging his flat black slightly-beaten early-70s Charger at a trackday similarly. He said it didn't really matter to him that he wasn't going all that fast and that the huge, heavy car would lean and…

Oh c'mon, that's so 2006.

Whether Journey is good or terrible really depends on the context: if you're discussing the history of popular music, Journey is a terrible giant that crushed much more original and musically adventurous bands underfoot with its calculated mega-singles that managed to be both overblown and completely tame. Their…

Welcome to the wonderful world of DeviantArt (it might not technically be from DeviantArt, but this is the kind of shit they get up to there).

When I saw it I thought you could make something cool out of that. Something along the lines of "No thread on my rear tires" or something. Some sort of burnout/don't tread on me pun I'm too dumb to come up with right now.

Well, most (gay) people don't know that. Plus, it's also about where the profits go (although half of the profit the Wrangler makes goes to Italy).

Here in the South (specifically Georgia) every other gay woman drives a Wrangler. It just jives with the flannel shirt/denim jacket/leather boots aesthetic common among Southern lesbians. Well, rural Southern lesbians anyway. Atlanta is more of a Miata and Beetle kind of demographic.

Jason cements his status as Jalopnik's wild card.

If not quite as fun as the "men, amirite" explanation.

An article on the same subject over on io9 mentions that the study concluded that the stress reaction was due to pheromones emitted by male mammals (human men among them) - apparently rats can smell pheromones and respond with heightened stress bc it alerts them to nearby predators.

Ah, the good old one-barrel-per-cylinder induction, so you know they were being serious! The only thing cooler than multiple dual carbs is even more dual carbs, especially if they're Webers.

BALLISTIC was crazy dumb - especially how the protagonists kill what had to be hundreds of cops in the opening scene alone, but the writers still tried to paint them as basically good people - but I can totally see how it was greenlit.

340 bhp! That's some astonishing power gains for the time, considering the displacement and the fact that the V6 wasn't exactly in mild tune from the factory.

The Michelin car is also evidence of two things: 1) the French are very serious about sourcing things nationally (I mean, Michelin could have just asked Ferrari) and 2) at the time, the SM really was the fastest thing produced in France (unless we count tiny-volume exotica like Ligier).

Aw, here I was feeling all knowledgeable. You gotta admit they look very similar though.

That's a rally-modified SM. They went all "breadvan" not so much for the aerodynamics but for more luggage space which was needed for all the tires that inevitably failed during the long-distance endurance rallies these cars participated in (they would have been uncompetitive in stage rallies).

It's certainly a higher-performance car than I have ever owned, but not by much. I own a 94 Trans Am that has some mild mods with (mild PCM tune, headers, true dual exhaust with x-pipe). Likely not quite as fast as your Camaro, especially round a road course (stock chassis and suspension except for subframe connectors…

You know, your constant animosity would seem a lot less petty if the car you hold up as your shining example of excellency wasn't a 3rd-gen F-body.