Bay Area commuter here, drive the (new) Bay Bridge every day (looks like the photo from the story is the old Bay Bridge). And every day, I see a dozen or so motorcycles blast past me at 70 to 80 mph, in stop and go traffic. Or if the traffic is moving a bit faster, they treat the cars like pylons in a slalom.

Not sure that ascribing Blake’s powers of metaphor to Ms. Smith counts as “fair.”

So I’m assuming when Golden Gate closes out the series you’ll write a story about how Harden put on a spectacular show but narrowly missed going to the finals. And then you can write about what Harden would have done up against the Cavs, and if Golden Gate fails to prevail you can explain how Harden would have been…

Never said it was good. However, it’s not settled that it’s damaging the environment, after all if an earthquake happens and oil comes out, do we try to prevent those? Volcanoes release CO2 the world does not get warmer. Shouldn’t Beijing be incredibly hot with all the pollution? Point being we don’t know. Our gov’t…

I loved my 2001 5 speed Jetta wagon. 2.0T, leather, sports suspension, a blast to drive, sharp handling, all that. Right up till around 60k on the clock. "Sure", they said, "you like it now, but wait until you have around 60k on the clock. May God have mercy on your soul." "Not me", I said, "for I have maintained…

The driver's side headlight is beginning its inevitable transit towards fully facing you, at which point the car begins to speak terrible, terrible truths. While grinning maniacally.

"Couples that don't argue are boring. Nobody wants to read about happy relationships, which are all the same. Also: twists. See if you can't work in some twists."

It's OK: Eau De Gaga smells like the sound of a thousand weeping middle school girls wearing fake mustaches. ON FIRE.

Wait, middle schools teachers make $75k?

A little more like this:

The whistling. The jaunty, never-a-care whistling (shudder).

Gah. The idea that the entertainment-industrial complex effusion proximately labeled "Ariana Grande" is a proper vehicle for discussions of agency and finger wagging about slut shaming is just incoherent. It's the kind of thing that can make Jezebel in general kind of depressing— you can't be a breathless consumer…

So true. People are very reluctant to be the one to just up and say it— "You're drunk, stand down." It doesn't help that many drunks are belligerent and manipulative.

One of the ongoing horrors of my life is staring at drivers at cross streets preparing to make a left turn onto the road I'm traveling on (across oncoming traffic and into the opposite lane) and seeing the backs of their heads. Like, they've already made some evaluation of the immediate danger (of which I am a part)…

Judging by the guy's history, he's a straight-up alcoholic. Alcoholism is a disease; morality doesn't really enter into it. An alcoholic is going to drink, and once drunk will do stupid shit. Wondering what he was thinking, accusing him of being irresponsible, etc. sort of misses the point. Anyone imaging that…

So according to the iron clad rules of Jalop wagon-headedness, this is a glorious thing of beauty:

The 2.5 Mazda puts in the 3, 6, and CX-5 makes 184 at about a 100 lb weigh penalty. If they toss a turbo on that you're probably looking at 240ish.

Indeed. For the US market, no station wagon+no choice =CUV. At some point maybe people will stop being astounded by this, or marveling at the stupidity of the American buyer.

Focus hatch: 23 cubic feet cargo capacity rear seats up, 43 cubic down. Escape: 34 and 68 respectively. Pretty much an extra inch in every direction for head, leg, should and hip room. According to published specs, more like 6-7mpg difference than 12.

Well played.