I’d drive the crap out of one of these. When it was working, anyway.

I ride every day—don’t even own a car, currently, though I live in SoCal where the climate makes that practical. Currently, I’m on a ‘15 Triumph Trophy that I picked up last January, but my previous bike was a Honda VFR1200, which was fast enough that I had to constantly watch my speed. Frankly, though the Trophy…

Back in the 80's, I had a 1984 Alfa Romeo Spider 2.0. The ergonomics were horrible, with the pedals far to close, the steering wheel too far away, and the stickshift sticking horizontally out of the center console. It had horrible scuttle shake, and took 9 seconds to go from 0-60.

BTW, has anyone noticed that the ‘71 T-Bird is a HUGE frickin’ car?

There’s one for sale here for only $4,870. Every time I think about taking the risk on it, I immediately imagine that it’ll spend 6 of the next 12 months in the shop, and cost $20,000 in repairs and maintenance.

The law is the law.

I just reviewed the 2015 XC90, yesterday. I can’t imagine that Volvo could make it substantially better than it already is.

The perpetually offended win yet again. Yay.

Don’t buy this car. If you really need an old 635, pay for one that’s been well treated, like this one for $19,998: http://www.autotrader.com/cars-for-sale/…

This, obviously, with the 125 HP, 5.7L V8.

The F-86.

Maybe it’s just me, but $47,500 for a ‘96 840ci seems excessive, despite the low mileage.

Well, there’s this: The “1982 Cumberford Martinique. The Rarest and Most Collectible Car one could ever own.”

Well, I rode motorcycles as a kid and young man. Then, I went several years without riding, as the US military shuffled me off to live in Europe, then North Dakota, and somehow never got back into riding after I left the service.

I have a Catrike Pocket. I love the little thing.

All the Gear. All the time. Even for the 3-block trip to 7-11.

2015 Triumph Trophy SE. I just picked it up in January, after trading in a VFR1200F for it. It’s powerful, comfortable, stacked with options, and handles like a dream. I ride it basically every day. In fact, I haven’t driven a car since May.

These have to be actors. No one sits in a Chevrolet, looks at the shitty interior, and thinks it’s nice. “Is this a BMW?” No. It isn’t. Which you would know, if you’d ever even glanced at a BMW interior through the closed and locked window of a 325i sitting in a grocery store parking lot.

I just love how the track suit is daily menswear in Eastern Europe, like it was totally normal.

And this current diversity initiative has only occurred after Obammmmmmmaaaaaaaaa won the last two elections...and not a moment before.