I want to see it go up against the Crown Vic that terrorizes Moab.

Around here, the hunters would scoff, “How the hell am I supposed to get an elk home on a bicycle?”

Did a similar route on motorcycle, back in the 80s. When I picked up my rental bike at the shop in London, the guy asked where I was heading. “Lands End to John o’ Groats,” I said. He replied, “And what will you do the rest of the day?”

Having driven all over the country, coast-to-coast, border-to-border, corner-to-corner, I’ve become like Willian Least Heat-Moon, preferring the “blue highways.” I think the Interstate system is great—my father supervised its construction—but the old two-lanes are more interesting. And doing 70 on a narrow two-lane is…

I-40 does, US 40 doesn’t

I had been really looking forward to the Zimbabwe vs. Rwanda rematch.

So dimly lit B&W closeups are The Thing We All Copy in the auto industry now? Did Civid-19 cause it?

I wish they would consider not considering an updated version of their old workhorse straight six.

But it looks less like a squashed toad.

Just what the world needs, another elongated hexagon grill.

One thing I always focus on with cars is the way the roof blends into the fenders and the rest of the back. Some are stunningly gorgeous, like air-cooled 911s. So the metal strip on this Z really irritates me. I assume the black roof is some sort of glass sunroof contraption, which is why the metal seam strip is…

Since they make fewer vehicle models these days they can make more special editions. It’s like an ice cream shop with only four flavors but several dozen toppings.

Alas, there have never been any aunties in my family tree. My anglo-nordic roots make it impossible. On the other hand, the neighbor’s maid was most certainly an auntie.

“integrity of the market” LOL!

No, see, he was just exercising his NRA-blessed even-minors-should-have-guns 2nd Amendment rights. He’s a patriot!

“Even the rear gives me Dodge Durango vibes.” It screams Navigator to me.

Like I said yesterday, a big block of yawn. And rather approach the design from, “What would the Grand Wagoneer be if it had continued the past few decades,” it looks more like, “How can we bloat the Grand Cherokee?”

My favorite off-road wheels of all time are plain old steelies. They take a beating and it’s no tragedy when they get dinged up.

Stylistically, I think it’s a big block of yawn.

I was in the area in June and wanted to drive up Pikes Peak, but because of construction at the top, you could only take a shuttle up there. That would be no fun, so I passed. Some other day.