For once, Koons’ advertising was correct— their price, indeed, wows me.

I don’t want a Golf GTI.

The fact is, Cosby isn’t Dr. Huxtable and he shouldn’t be placed on a pedestal because he portrayed a beloved fictional character.

The name was “delirium furiosum.”

The hyperbole is appreciated in the spirit (ahem) in which it is delivered, but let’s not completely dismiss this with snark, either.

I actually like wood on a motorcycle, but it has to be executed EXCEPTIONALLY well for it to work. Like, try this wooden Vespa instead:

Damn you, TLJ, you’re *still* ruining Star Wars!

Counterpoint: ALL people are jerks, not everyone gets caught being a jerk.

“Unfortunately not” = no, we deliberately *choose* not to because Herb.

If we lost Torch and Tracy we riot.

Show me a private company that can tax me, imprison me, or kill me all at the point of a gun, and I’ll vilify them faster than you can reply. 

I’ve never had a bike with any kind of cruise control beyond a thumb lock, but I would kill for BSM on a bike.

Jezebel used to be a place to get an interesting view on timely topics and news.

Finally, the only thing that I find more disgusting than Taco Bell: the dank smell of weed.

I would not call this a silver lining, but I’m impressed that Covid is doing the work that regulators could not, as the Agence France-Press reports:

The big question that remains is if the American government will ever subsidize not driving with the same vigor that it subsidizes driving itself, from roadwork to low gas taxes and on.

Wait, people can apologize for morally reprehensible behavior?

One of my favorite books, too— brought it along with me during a riding week through Joshua Tree and Death Valley back over Thanksgiving 2017 and have been a huge evangelist for it ever since, recommending it every chance I get to riders and non-riders alike. Instantly one of the classics of riding literature, and…

The Red Army works, too.

I was in my college dorm lounge watching this episode kinda half paying attention when the Get Off the Shed sketch came on.  I couldn’t stop laughing, the loudest I had laughed at SNL in years.  I turned to my best friend, beaming, to see if he got it, too (thankfully, he did).  It honestly felt like discovering The…