A man can dream...

My first car was a maroon ‘83 240 Turbo sedan which my parents had bought new when I was a toddler. It lasted 15 years until I, as an inexperienced driver, totaled it. My second car was a charcoal grey ‘89 240 DL sedan that lasted a lot longer - had 240k on the clock and was rear-ended by a Jeep in rush hour traffic.

IMO, that doesn’t make for a good movie.

I could visualize one of those in red with an Iron Cross on the side

I remember thinking Freddy Got Fingered was the greatest thing to happen to American cinema one time. Oh yeah, I was hammered.

I probably have seen less than ten of these movies, but I have to state my two takes:

Didn’t James May already do it?

Seven-year-old me got a very confusing funny feeling in his pants.

Holy shit, upon first glance I thought it didn’t have handlebars. At that point I was like, “yeah buddy... you go ahead and ride it...”

This is the best answer.

Right? I’m genuinely curious how tall the author is. Guessing he’s below 6 feet.

This. I’m 6'5" and I can’t wait to get out of the fucking seat. 

It ain’t that easy to get a tour. I lived in DC for a while and tried to get in several times unsuccessfully.

I think you do know how old Fiats work.

I’m gonna keep reading here. All the pouty shit is overdone. It’s a fucking website. You’re not saving the world.

I hope they report that to the IRS

I deplore these people as much as the next guy, but I think you’re grasping for straws here. What here, exactly, isn’t (non-sarcastically) “normal” language that any 35-something Instagram cheeseball wife having a “Live, Laugh, Love” sticker on her midsize SUV/minivan wouldn’t also be writing?

This joke wasn’t even funny 4 years ago.

I mean, they’re not boning.

ARTHUR FOOKIN SHELBY