I’ll be so glad when auto designers move beyond the School of Excessive and Pointless Origami Folds.

I ran across a Chilean couple in San Diego who were on their way to Alaska in one of these. I hope they made it.

My sister and brother-in-law recently got rid of their Land Rover. “Worst car we ever had.”

So SUVs, crossovers and minivans don’t count as hatchbacks even though they have hatches in the back?

They went only half way. The bumpers and fender flares need to be white too. Or chrome bumpers.

I had the panel wagon version. I bought it used, unaware the water pump leaked, blew a head gasket shortly after, warping the block and scratching a cylinder. The block was milled and steel sleeves were inserted, but it still consumed oil. Not only did I keep a case of oil in the back, but also a stockpile of spark plu…

I used to preach the virtues of rowing your own. But the past few months I’ve been staying with a friend during cancer treatment. We’ve used his high-gas-mileage car to take him to appointments, with me driving. It has a manual transmission and, to quote the late, great cartoonist B. Kliban, “Fuck this primitive…

The headline says credit card companies are placing the holds, but the article says it’s the gas stations doing it.

I’m the type who wants to at least sit in the car first and check out the ergonomics. There have been a few cars I thought I really wanted until I sat in them—or tried to sit in them.

I’m six feet tall with short legs and a long torso. I joke that I’m taller sitting down. When I drove a friend’s bone stock Miata one afternoon I was looking over the windshield.

The stuff that’s wrong with my Express is due to 330K miles. Ball joints, wheel bearings, control arm bushings, tired shocks, nonfunctioning oil pressure sensor, tired engine...

The “feature” I would like to see is a lack of features. Something like early 80s imports. That was enough.

Various old trucks without syncros.

Not Coming to Work Excuses of the Future: I can’t be there today. It’s raining and my autonomous car can’t see.

Just yesterday there was one of these in front of me at a traffic light in Yuma. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

Haven’t Ford engines traditionally been painted blue?

Tracy and Torchinski depart and new content slows to a crawl. Is there something else going on?

I wish my father had been like Glen instead of the disengaged, judgmental stone that he was.

My two brothers, who are 16 and 14 years older than me, both had at least two Corvairs. I rode in the back of the younger brother’s second generation two-door from Washington DC to northern Alabama. We had to keep stopping because the fan belt would slip off.

I’ve joined with the luddites who started complaining about the digitization of vehicles back when ECUs were introduced. It has gotten to the point of too much tech just for the sake of tech.