One too many of Bill Laimbeer’s elbows caught Doc on the noggin back in the day.

“Hey, look at that homeless man collapsed by the fender. He’s dirtying the paint, muffin.”

It was nice of her to match her panties to the car.

“He’s so simple: I raise a hand, he raises a hand.”

Go ahead! Jump!

“I’m sick of that over priced chunk of sadness breaking down all the time. Now I have to walk Lucinda home.”

He was a daredevil. His lifestyle finally caught up to him.

Having gone through the peak of his midlife crisis I’ll take his word for it.

I normally like sleepers. But the amount of shame I would have to contend with while behind the wheel would snuff out the fun of driving this. Plus it really needs a strut tower brace.

Congrats to Clair & Joe!

It makes sense to me to have the base Camaro measure up as close to the base Mustang as possible. Beyond that I think the gloves should come off and sky’s the limit.

Child: “Look, mommy! I want to pet the troll.”

Q) Why is your four banger 30 bhp less than Ford’s?

I next want to see Indian mudbuggy races next.

It has a ghost driver!!!

The 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang.

135 bhp? The 1987 Toyota Celica made 140 BHP out of a 2.0 I4 w/o a turbo. I say CP.

You wanna play? Huh?! You wanna play?! Go fetch! *throws Kong full of troll treats*

Thank you for the write up. I like it, aside from the hearing aide beige color. The appearance is playful, like that of a Pug that aspires to tussle with the neighborhood German Shepherds.

I think I hit my head when I passed out at my desk.