I have fond memories of reenacting WWF matches in the back of a 1976 Mercury Marquis wagon on the Jersey Turnpike as my mom yelled at us to sit down and put on our seat belts.

I don't worry much until I see pink.

My buddy who lives in Boulder sent me this last night. Not sure of the location, but safe to say it's the same cell. I was curious so I grabbed a radar image.

No toilet wine on Con Air?

I always enjoy the ernest nature of announcements on the London Underground. "Service on the Circle Line has been suspended due to a person under a train at Notting Hill Gate. We appologise for the inconvenience."

The most amazing thing is the boom lift doesn't even look damaged.

Well, it's also a New York/New England thing that the parkways are for cars and the expressways are for trucks. If you drive a truck locally, you know that. If you're from Arkansas and making your way through the NY area, you'd better rely on more than a standard Garmin or TomTom GPS.

Ok, time for my first-time-on-a-motorbike story: I was 16 and my high school buddy and another friend went down to his parents' place on the eastern shore of Maryland. It was a little saltbox house in the woods with a barn that contained all kinds of automotive and nautical treasures. Among the ones I remember were…

You might be right about the boat part, but I think our friend Newton and his first law had more to do with the continued forward motion than the wheels spinning in the water.

I made many crash stops on the side of the Pa. Turnpike playing chase the lighter.

Lucy Strike Makes Fatal Tumors?

I saw something like that at Bonnaroo about a decade ago. They had a blueberry pancake concession and were counseling kids who hit rock bottom at the festival.

Or the 1.8L mill from an '85 GL with an automatic into a 911.

I was expecting something more like this, no?

Yeah? I get this:

So, this video proves that any competently filmed cellphone video will involve 14 seconds of interesting footage embedded in 15 minutes of humdrum because it happened in Canada and the photographer was too polite to cut it off before those involved proved themselves not idiots.

Ordering dash cam ... now!

No, there were 4-, 5-, 6-, 7-, and 800 series versions of the 737 as well.

No, but I am now.

Just follow Philly's lead and turn the abandoned tunnels into underpasses that magically teleport you three blocks in seconds.