Alfisto Steve is a Zen Master. If you're going to buy a v6 Alfa, he's the guy you want to buy it from.

Most of the airbags are in fact OEM for 2012 and later VW Beetles, as a nostalgic nod to the front-mounted fuel tanks of the classic models.

Give it some choke, and maybe go up a size o your idle jets. Problem solved.

Selling a Fiat 500 at a Dodge dealership. Now these guys were ahead of the market!

Jeez, look at the clouds of rust coming from the Bel Air - no wonder it imploded!

You underestimate the power of the luggage rack and infinite headroom!

Jalopnik, I am disappointed! Are we really advocating cargo space and reliability with "above-average" hoonability? Are we going to colege or family planning?

As someone with four cars and an average HP of 55, I am seeing a lot of fast cars here. Let's try something truly slow - the Fiat 850 Spider. Rear-engined, less than 2000lbs, and all the right Italian noises with an Abarth exhaust. It's like the offspring of a Lamborghini Miura and a Vespa scooter.

I've only ever driven three cars in my life: my 1975 VW Bus, my 1972 Fiat 850 Spider, and a friend's 1969 E-Type. Since the Jag was overheating and only running on three cylinders, I guess the fastest car I've driven is the Fiat, with 52 HP.

My father mostly stuck to customizing harleys. He had a couple interesting American cars - namely an AMX and a '69 C10 a couple years ago, but never had the patience to even change the oil in a car.

@Nick: I live in Nashville; apparently the police aren't so busy that they can't still keep a patrol car on every speed trap in town, so my sympathy is somewhat curtailed.

Can I nominate Chip for COTD?

Spring - it's mating season, and despite the dealer's best efforts he couldn't keep the Mito from the Cygnet for too long. Thankfully, the kind people at Ford took their little offspring in, its eyes not yet opened.

@Pete Gaines: Agreed. Checked out the "Vw Abortions / Home-Made Bastards" thread on the samba to remove any doubt.

My cousin is on her fourth car after having her license for about a year. The story goes as follows:

I will admit that I used to be ashamed of the types of vehicles I liked. I remember growing up; my father wanted so badly for me to grow up to love muscle cars, and why wouldn't he? It's a much easier life out here in the southern U.S if one has a Chevy or Ford or Dodge in the garage.

"Will it work?"

I'd rather have a Bricklin - I like my gullwings orange and my interior suede!

Of course it's destined for production. No one designs luggage for a car that's not going into production.

I learned twice - first in a 1969 Jaguar E-type around an empty country road and then in my 1975 VW Bus through the middle of downtown Nashville during Friday rush-hour. This was only a year ago, so not only was I learning to drive a stick in the middle of a crowded city, but everyone was looking at me and my "cool…