f they can’t show a passport, or a birth certificate along with accepted ID showing they are the person on the birth certificate,  deport them to a country they never lived in with a language they don’t speak.

How about we treat these people as undocumented aliens?

Where does the Porsche 911 vs 930 fit in here?

“Looks like it was designed by someone who wasn’t a designer.” To me it looks like the person who designed the Ford Fairmont and LTD, and who worked on the grill design for the Duster over at Plymouth had moved over to AMC.

By the time they started linking cars to networks I had gone through enough tech obsolescences to know something like this would happen. 

“...retaliate against a private citizen...” Private citizen? Isn’t he supposed to secretly still be the POTUS?

So, no coating on the tires from when he sprayed the wheel wells?

I was on the other side of the river. The more boring side.

Born in Washington DC, grew up in the surrounding ‘burbs where everyone was from somewhere else, then lived in various places in the West, including California and a couple of years in central Canada. But my failure to mention Southern folklore doesn’t mean it’s not also more interesting and scary than mainstream…

Caribbean folk lore sounds a lot more interesting—and scarier—than mainstream American Halloween stuff. 

Here’s what I’m guessing happens since the collisions all seem to be on the left side of the vehicles. The drivers, being on the right side of the vehicles, shy away from the bollards right next to them and, oops... too far.

Well, um, probably the righthand drive disoriented the hell out of the buck. Or it wanted to get a closer look at the cool little car.

“Maybe it’s a story about what happens when whiteness, privilege and systemic racism collide.” Collide? They’ve always walked hand-in-hand.

I’m curious to see this list cross-referenced with WHERE the most vehicle thefts occur.

My Shimano story: Back in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s I did advertising for Shimano’s bike and fishing divisions. The Shimano son in charge of the bike division was a very cold, serious, humorless guy who felt being stationed in the US was a form of exile. The brother in charge of the fishing division was completely…

My mother’s car was the Dodge sibling of the ‘61 Valiant, the Lancer. No fake spare tire bulge on the trunk lid, 225 c.i. Slant 6 (the big one, as Dad boasted), push-button automatic, 4-door sedan, white with 3-tone interior (black, with gray and white accents) and a luxury first for our family—carpeting. Posh! I ended…

I was cursed with having a Pacer as a company car. It was crap, always falling apart in stupid ways. To me the Eagle was just a Pacer wagon with more mechanical complexity waiting to break.

<<The chain of correlation makes it “much harder to assert that politics is not playing a role,”>> I think they’re both the product of the same juvenile, stubborn, proud, willfully ignorant, antisocial malignancy.

I had a hell of a lot of fun in my 1978 Fiesta back in the day. It was also my first new car. I was one of those 20-something assholes speeding in and out of traffic, changing lanes back and forth, squeezing into tiny gaps, occasionally driving on the shoulder on Southern California freeways. It was actually more fun…

Aaah, it also brings back memories of my ZRX1200. Hurray for large displacement standard bikes.