Damn! That landing was the most impressive part of the whole routine. Someone forgot to tell him he wasn’t flying a helicopter!

My old job had REALLY old manual Penske, it was a blast to drive. The newer ones are so easy and the visibility is awesome.

Was in love with a few, started with a Yellow Ford Ranger SPLASH! with black stripes I passed daily on the school bus (later owned a yellow frontier crew cab), next was the first time I passed a 240SX SE on the expressway, was a 98, in probably 99. Was in love. Never owned one :( My last and still crush, the MKIV…

I could’ve been interesting and chosen something left field, but I remember seeing bright red Porsche 911s with black wheels, big wings and being completely captivated. (I now know they’re 930s, Fuchs, and whale tails).

Call me a weirdo, but a 1990 Toyota Corolla. I was maybe 4 years old when I first noticed them on the street. Specifically the taillights. Maybe it has to do with me being so young, and being amazed by anything that lit up. Something about that simple 3 rectangle design.

Nine! Nine people fleeing the scene! Ah Ah Ah!

Note the ziploc bag taped to the dash with my registration and proof of insurance in it. You might want to do that. This particular bag has been keeping my docs high and dry for 12 years.

An ancient observation, truer now than ever: the most dangerous part of a car is the nut behind the wheel.

This spring a friend linked me to a dead (bad motor and transmission, I’m told) RX-8 in the same color as mine. I compete in time trials, so it made sense for me to preemptively buy spare doors, lights, glass, etc.