They lost me at automatic.

There's a one-page article in Details this month about cars in Film Noir: this thing nails it. Frank Miller ought to cast it in his next movie.

There's a great Top Gear bit about exactly this.

I was wearing salmon pants earlier today, very appropriate for arriving to a French bistro brunch in one's BMW convertible.

And people say car designing is easy. You're just a guy with crayons! They say. Pah.

Be careful of truths, however self-evident they appear to be. The reality of all things that deal with life here on earth is forever more nuanced and complex than we give credit for.

What you're saying then, is the robot/autonomous aircraft will have to communicate with humans - and basically be human for all intents and purposes.

Yup. There is no Ghibli to me I'd buy aside from this one.

Like all things French, similar but somehow slightly foreign. Vive la difference, et France!

Jalopnik: Mega Track

Calling a Viper a "wimp" contextually is like saying a basketball superstar is a wimp compared to a powerlifter. Different muscles for different sports, both are heroes.

Sounds great... but where is the RWD sedan that forms the base?

YES.

I tried both! I blame my long torso.

Fiesta ST all the way!

My neighbor had one. I'm pretty sure he hated it too, because after less than a year in his garage he traded it for a Jeep Grand Cherokee SRT.

So in essence, there's someone controlling the faucet - opening the taps and closing them as necessary - instead of meting out a constant trickle? Not surprised that few batteries feature this tech, manufacturers like to strike costs (NRE, or piece-part) out of everything instead of focusing on improving customer…

I had another thought on this (because I'm too tired to draw but awake enough to write.)

Well you can always just keep working on older cars, they aren't going anywhere.

The Malibu isn't an interesting car. And it's not supposed to be.