I’m so excited for the new Cadillac version of the mid-engine C8. It’ll have the high-revving Blackwing “Hot V” V8 and perhaps an optional performance hybrid setup with KERS for energy recharging on hot laps. So much yes.
Also, Tiffany doesn’t fuck around at 2:00. Be patient and watch it all; the bidding is breathtaking.
Homeboy gunned it through the intersection when the light turned green. Normally, I frown on that kind of fuckery, but it made me smile this time. Cool car.
That’s a whole lot of WTF in one picture. Take it all in, y’all. I’m sure there’s nothing nefarious happening.
This license plate in my parking garage naming this Lone Star delicacy is making me hanker for some carne asada (look it up, gringo) with all the trimmings. What’s for lunch in your world today? Bonus points to both the most IMPRESSIVE and DEPRESSING dishes.
Four inches in the past hour or so. Just a light sprinkle. Oh, and I have a meeting tomorrow in Austin (I’m in the red splotch that used to be called “Houston”, now called “Water World”). Should be a fun trek tomorrow morning. Also, car related stuff:
All major roads in my area are impassable. I barely made it home with my 3 daughters and wife from a flooded out neighborhood (wife’s Expedition was a boss tonight). No alternative routes through town. We’ve had TEN inches of rain so far TODAY, and it’ll be raining until Saturday.
Tales From The Blackbird hit ONE MILLION CLICKS. I had said in the past the this would trigger a dance party. HERE IS THE DANCE PARTY. ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY.
True story. Talk about a turd of a day so far. This morning, traffic was crappy to the extreme. And I mean REALLY shitty. Defecately a bad situation on the roadway, but everyone minded their manures and stayed friendly. It was kind of a wasted morning because I haven’t even bedung to get to my workload.
Business up front...
On September 19, 2018, a good friend/neighbor of mine was driving down a road that he, my wife, and I all traverse every day when a single engine plane owned by the Drug Enforcement Agency crash landed in front of him and hit his Model X that he and his young son were in. Cue the ensuing absurdity of the auto…
Not only did this guy have the V emblem on the back of the DTS, but the son of a bitch fully committed to his lying liar ways by putting Vs on the sides AND painting the brake calipers red.
It was purchased for a good cause (that will warrant its own write up soon), so no dick jokes. But HOLY HELL is this F-650 truck cool!
It’s beige. It has a couple of door dings. But otherwise, it’s a MINT 3-PEDAL, 40,000 MILE PIECE OF EASTERN BLOC HISTORY! And it could be yours for the low low price of $3,250 (OBO).
Ed and I should do the Cannonball together sometime.
...about their concerns regarding Tesla’s financial health/viability as a company, and the fanbois were laughing, insisting that all was well in the Musk-iverse?
As seen on a Camaro ZL1 this evening. I didn’t hear him blaring any Whitesnake or Def Leppard, though.