More so than the Cobra that's for sure.

Fheh... sunshine and lane splitting. Two of the many reasons to love California.

As with many things in life...just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

Agreed on point #2.

You driven one? It's been a while but I have, they most certainly aren't "shit".

If you're going to get out of your car on a race track, you run the risk of getting hit.

I'm sure I'm not alone when I say that some of the most terrifying moments of my life were spent working on cars with my father. I probably learned more about swearing than I did vehicular mechanics during those times. Until I was 16, I was pretty sure that Jesus Christ was the previous owner of my mother's Buick.

What?!! I thought the answer to every question was "Miata"! Surely that's a reference to some small agile rodent indigenous to the Hida Mountains who attacks mammals 5x it's size.

Stereotypes aside, minivans offer more practicality than the average SUV while getting better fuel economy. The only real-world sacrifice you make with a minivan is that you can't take it offroad, but nobody goes four wheeling in new SUVs anyway. It's a shame that minivans, America's most sensible vehicles, have to be…

I assume you must stand up in your car too.

Hey guys, can you tell me where the Cadillac is?

No. Part of the problem today is that driving is effectively a right in the U.S. It is almost impossible to NOT get a license.

When I was 16, I thought I was an excellent driver. I could weave through traffic, cruise at 90, just barely make every yellow light, and never get a ticket or crash.

Now, about ten years later, my car finally died from years of rough driving, and my daily driver has changed to a '72 F100 with no power brakes, no…

But the empirical data doesn't bear that out.

Whenever possible, I move a bit out of the way to give some space to splitters. If I can get a biker to flash me a peace sign, then I am doing my part to make a bad commute suck less.

About #5, if you don't want me to rev or swerve, how will I impress the chicky-dos who I would otherwise most certainly bang with? Rev rev = bang bang. Straight up, panty dropper. Ker-plunk. Chicks will follow in their automobiles to where my bed is. That is how I know it would go if I had a bike, but that'll have to…

Pfft, I see your "Wall of Death" and raise you one Lion Drome

Shit. I'd rather die in the S-Class than be seen in the Smart.

Several passengers interviewed said the bird deaths were the "most pleasant" part of the entire United experience.