Tears can be so bitter.

Rookie. And a nice try. I was around to taste the first win. And the second. The third. And the fourth. It was tasty indeed. By the way. They were over all.

Corvette won did not podium at Le Mans.

My simplified opinion for what it’s worth: NASCAR sucks.

I decided to cook up a chicken chile soup instead of wasting my time in less productive pursuits, like this Keystone Kops komedy. Not regretting it.

Democrats for too long have ignored blue collar voters. This should be rectified post haste.

Western cars may have been comparatively complicated but one did not have to repair at the roadside. Except for FIAT.

Those pesky Ruskies. I battled rust on my ‘76 Fiat for ten years. But it was the electrical system that broke my heart. And emptied my wallet.

It was sarcasm. But you know that. Right?

If the world only knew what else goes on in the federal realm.

Agreed. The proper position of the female person is at the table. And I ain’t talkin’ bouts no boardroom. My woman needs to be there when I gets home. With that mmm mmm good biscuits with red eye gravy, boiled ham hocks, and a Busch or six. Now that’s what I calls con-ju-gill bliss.

And they used to do these lest we forget. Alas poor Sauber, we miss thee.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Grey Poupon on caviar! The scandal of it. Why I never. Wait ‘till Auntie hears of this. There will not, will not be a G. Loomis NRX beneath the tree in December!

Oh, my dear. Grey Poupon on caviar! The sacrilege. Why I never. Oh, fiddlesticks.

See. Just not possible to have good things anymore. But they can rebuild it. And better too.

Dude, please have a wonderful and sweet remainder of the day. May your tomorrow be productive with dreams come true. And I do hope you get out of the gray for you are a beautiful man. :)

There were lots of them in NH and VT. 3,800 bucks new. A great deal. Not taking into account monthly repairs. Still, I loved them, loved mine. Wanted a later model Strada. Then kaput before I could purchase. Oh well.

I owned a 1976 Fiat 128 for ten years. I kind of know a bit about them.

The Gulf station at 2nd Ave. and First Street is demolished. So sad for it was a fun place to meet Indian and Pakistani taxi drivers, get a Coke, and just savor eclectic NYC. The East Village is dying I fear. Money, greed, and redevelopment to attract the wannabe SoHo wealthy type hipsters. Memories live on.

I wish I had know this wisdom. Then.