Damn you, Zac! I wanted a Mk 7 for a long time, and likewise with the Mk 5, so this is like trying to decide which of my thumbs I'd rather keep.

Porsche 917. The GT40 ancestor of Ms. Cog's GT provided it was a J-car model with the Mk IV body aero fixes and without the weight penalty and also had the Guerney bubble. The Ferrari 330/P4, because yes I'm a an automotive bigamist like that. The Auto Union Type C, or Rosenmeyer's record-setter...with a few aero…

Curiosity, open-mindedness, and an intrinsic drive to explore the full phase space of whatever we may launch ourselves into.

And with the departure of the Twilight movie franchise, so, too, die my hopes of seeing these fangbangers get exactly what they deserve—to serve as the mooks (or, hell, main antagonists, I'm feeling generous) for the opening sequence to Blade IV.

I'm kind of surprised to hear of a 98-02 Corolla issue with power steering, if I recall correctly that was the first generation where power steering was no longer optional...and they didn't change anything from the previous generation except engine family (goodbye timing belt, hello chain...also hello sludging),…

Just as with software, if you don't like it, roll your own. Buy older or build a kit. (Brunton Stalker XL with LS3, I'm looking straight at you.)

Take away all the rules except for incredibly stringent safety requirements that ONLY affect the driver's safety cell, specify a generous maximum weight and maximum allowable size, give them a set fuel allotment, and see what happens. Hint: It'd be awesome. Kind of like early NASCAR and Group B.

The only question is is it better or worse than Goldeneye's spikes and chairs and ripping out ISA cards.

Newsflash: Female humans have adipose deposits larger than other primates, adapted for frontal sexual signaling since bipedal locomotion has deemphasized prominent eye-line contact with the buttocks.

The Riv, because you can tow your boat down the quarter-mile and still run 12s in comfort. That nailhead V8 was no slouch. *ex-boattail owner*

With factory quad throttles, VVT, and an 8K redline.

Considering the way that pistols actually sound, and the general quality of that interstate (Ex-Toledoan, family in Grand Rapids), for many people they may have quite easily mistaken the crack-bang as road debris.

Auto Union Type C V16, sitting high and proud in the engine bay of a Duesenberg Model J ("SJ", but they never called it that) with proper roadster coachwork. I'm a fan of the Mormon Meteor look.

So far it looks like a Tiburon that abused the local all-you-can-eat buffet by taking a couple of garden-sized garbage bags of food home.

Actually (traditionally) the DX was the second-from-top trim level, only the LE edition ("lots of extras") had more schwag.

The only thing that mystifies me is how this man managed to stop for something as trivial as a cone. Were this my car, the only things that would convince me to stop making that glorious noise with it would be a whole LOT of police sirens or running out of fuel / oil / bladder capacity.

Yes, and for a simple reason: Kinetic energy's a bitch. Not only do the companies not want to pay the fuel costs, but the extra speed will also put a lot more wear on the tires—just what you want when you're rolling on retreads that, per Mythbusters, can go through a car window and damn near through somebody's skull—…

Breathalyzer code is a mess and a sham. If I were pulled over under suspicion of DWI, I would refuse the test (because I almost never drink, period, and never do it within 12 hours of climbing behind the wheel) and go for the blood test just because I have heard and read enough to be worried about breathalyzer false…

I understand what it is (go science!) and why it is (go passion!). But I can't make myself love it for how it is (go art?). Like the Veyron and R8 and GT-R, I can neutrally appreciate their capabilities and still feel no emotional reaction.

Protip: Anything that will work for Leno's fleet will work for whatever's on the highway today.