Amen to that.

Don’t need a new S2000 ... I’ve still got one! ;)

‘Cause there I was ... it was dark, raining, and I’d been up for 72 hours without sleep, first on along cross-country hump, then digging in against the inevitable attack.

‘Cause there I was ... it was dark, raining, and I’d been up for 72 hours without sleep, first on along…

Compression socks. So that’s the secret to Hamilton’s speed ...

Smells fishy.

Right? And why I can I fill a gas can for my lawnmower in NJ myself, but not my car?

I’d be excited, but it’s not very compact any more. The new Si is larger than the 2004 Accord Coupe I used to own )which itself had a great manual transmission).

Mosquitoes are beautiful.

I prefer to think of it as “north of Canada.” Gives it that frontiersman survivalist vibe.

Heated suburban Detroit garage here. Problem solved. ;)

Like a mutha-frakkin’ Bossk, that’s how!

Try the manual; it’s fun. I’ve tracked and auto-crossed my 2010.

Scammers.

Mmm ... Insight. Manual hybrid and *the* car for hypermiling.

Next week, on In Search of ...

Ah, Timmy’s. Best donuts in Kandahar.

Endless construction?! You live in Michigan, which has two seasons: winter and Orange Cone.

It was a mustang.

I’ve been through the desert on a highway with no name. 

As you know, this isn’t about money. Even discussing costs and money means you’re falling for the smokescreen, avoiding the real issue, and dancing to the tune being played.