Dream car, dream trip:

I’d have something completely impractical. A Caterham perhaps. The canyon roads near me would be perfect to rip down in one of these!

Pretty happy with my ‘94 900 Turbo CE and ‘76 TR6. Final year for both!

In my dreams.

Side note: Check out the Hagerty ad featuring a BRG below my post. Weird.

I’m all set. Love my BRG.

Anyone who has seen my posts on Jalopnik knew this was coming. I looked forward to every summer when I had one of these. When I get a garage again, I’m buying another one.

A quick bit of googling reveals that this guy rides around for charity and performs on the bike. The org is called Heartbeat Riders of America and the bike is called Iron Thunder. He raises money for heart disease prevention.

Be sure to clear snow off vehicle before heading out.

As the CEO of the Galaxy I give you a Star of your own. Enjoy.

In before the “Why don’t they just raise the bridge a few feet, or dig the road a little deeper?” comments. Oh wow, thanks, your casual shower musings have come to a conclusion that no one with a degree in this field, that does this for a living, has thought of! Gee, you should apply to be CEO of Earth!

an a foreigner learning to drive in the USA my instructor felt it important I learn all the key things unique to american driving. For example, he took me to a gravel road so that I might have some concept of how an icy road might feel here in Colorado’s harsh winters. AND... then he told me about how “all the indians…

Daddy’s little girl can’t fail!

I got failed the first time because I took the test in my old twin stick Colt GTS. The Instructor failed me for running 4th gear in town (25mph). The 2nd time I took the test the Instructor (different guy) was blown away by how I drove and passed me with flying colors, proceeding to chew the other Instructor’s ass for…

You lost me at Prius.

Why on earth would a former state trooper want a thrice-failed driver just given her license? Sounds like a scumbag.

I took my driving test in my mom’s 07' Prius.

Not a story about me, but rather about a girl I was dating in high school. She turned 16 and went to take her driving test. FAILED. Okay, so about a month later and some practicing, she went to take the driving test again. FAILED. Another month or two later, she went yet again to take her driving test. Except this…

I had a really tough instructor, imagine a guy sort of like Uncle Phil from Fresh Prince, but meaner, and you get the idea. Anyway, his idea of a driver’s test was to put a hot Styrofoam cup of coffee on the dashboard (pre-airbags) and he basically said that as long as the coffee didn’t spill, I’d pass. Well, we had…