A dirty diaper story unrelated to anything automotive: During my younger days I worked in a supermarket which also employed an old school grocery clerk with the look and brain of a chimp who would constantly complain about customers who would leave his aisle messy by actually buying something that he had so slowly and…

I had no issues like that with my 2013 turbo, but was alarmed by the fact that a sharp pothole strike would force an unnecessarily sharp flange facing down on the strut right into the aluminum brake caliper. New York’s roads gifted me with three scary gouges in the right front caliper. I didn’t wait for another and…

given your experience to that point, reading the nuances of each type of car as you climb that ladder, you should get a seat in the big race

tacky enough for sure, but the build quality is far superior to anything he put his name on and claimed to have built

I assume there’s considerable overlap between the homicidal and suicidal because, by my estimation, more than 50% are just idiots.

Now that you’ve said it, I realize that my own fantasy lotto bucket list is filled with such vehicles. Rumble seat Benzes, Camaro Caminos, V12 Corvairs, Harley-Isetta Trikes...

given that we haven’t got any more of whatever a muscle car was, and the Mustang and Camaro aren’t, then what available today comes closest?

at least yours was a GT, and a wagon at that. My mother drove a hatchback whose only options were an AM radio and a Powerglide 2 speed slushbox. I was never happier to see a car die.

No Amigo compares to the Vehicross roadster that Gary Sinese drove in Mission to Mars

2 of the 6 wheels, 800 of the horsepowers, and 16,800 of the rangemiles available only by subscription, because, of course

yeah, but they also killed the X-90, so give them some credit...

Considering distance and, you know, wires, I can’t really tell, but you don’t sound like any I know, since they’re so prone to bragging about their wealth. It’s the multi-millionaires working on their fifth or sixth seven-zero accounts that don’t. It’s always the quiet ones.

Facts are facts, and these are those. I endorse your conclusion.

Make it seaworthy as well and you’ve got my attention. Seal it up and mount some dive planes, and I’ll write a check today. (it would bounce, but the sentiment is there)

MGTD?

and if you work in a trade that leaves your sweaty fingers dirty and cracked, unresponsive touch screens become an unavoidable nuisance

you tell me this now...after I ordered a second set of left-handed wrenches? Jokers indeed

No.....you want somebody else to call them The Trialmaster, and the more, the more masterful...

As a young man whose lust was invested in everything automotive, I held spoilers, wings and hood scoops in high regard, whether or not they improved vehicle performance. As an adult, I find anything beyond a neat chin spoiler or subtle ducktail wing to be a silly, childish affectation. The most extreme I can tolerate…

I see potential for this to be this generation’s Aston Martin Lagonda