That’s only part of the problem.  They also need to get out and move around some.

Our twice-yearly (in non-plague years) trips between Boston and northwestern Virginia used to be about nine hours for 520 miles with stops, but then we had children and it’s often twelve now.

I think it was when my parents met that my father was driving a 1952 (I think) XK120 OTS. It was, he said, wonderful when it was working right...when I was small, he briefly had a Citroen DS that I wish had stuck around for longer, and there were the two (in succession) W110 190ds. And then there were the two that…

Okay, so this accomplishment means nothing--if no one thinks of using it anywhere but the West Coast and there’s no significant number of people who’d rather fly than drive even if the time advantage is negligible.

If you can drive 900 miles in 11.5 hours with stops for fuel, food and bathroom breaks, you’re moving right along. If I’m driving by myself, I can get from Boston to the northwestern tip of Virginia—a trip of, depending on the route, 510 to 525 miles—in about 9 hours, and I’m definitely passing more cars than are…

Perhaps life hasn’t been good after all.

That’s the one.  I’ve done this sort of thing successfully before, but not this time...

The background on the cover of Doc Watson’s “Docabilly” is blurred so it does sort of like he’s driving the car...but anyone likely to buy the album knows he was blind. Top-notch guitarist, though. (tried inserting an image but didn’t do well...)

Same thing for me.  Well, obviously not on this article, but on most.  There seems to be no rhyme or reason to which article does show me its comments.

No no, it’s only 1,495 years since some monk made up a date he figured was when a popular religious figure was born.  It’s the date he made up that’s 2,020 years ago.

I too have a copy of The Great Cars. A thing that sets it apart from other car/bike coffee table books I’ve read is that Stein had driven and, in many cases, owned many of the cars, so in the midst of a description of, say, the “chain-gang” Riley (I picked a car at random; there’s a napping daughter between me and the…

About 25 years ago I was visiting family friends in Conway, MA, when I discovered that the Yankee Candle complex in South Deerfield included a car museum. It was the first time I’d ever even heard of, let alone seen, a Citroen SM, among other things. The collection ranged on back to the 20s, and I remember on a later…

Thing?  No no, that’s not a Thing...

And GTU was a Mazda RX7.

I agree that there are better-looking cars (though I wouldn’t kick it out of my garage for dripping oil).  I think it looks more like a flounder, though.

On the subject of grammatical ships that have already sailed: it’s “all right.”  The increasingly common “alright” is no doubt in dictionaries by now, since they’re descriptivist rather than prescriptivist, but when I was a lad in the Stone Age, “alright” was not a recognized word.  “Already,” sure--it’s a different…

XK120 OTS.  Gone by the time I was born, alas...we also had custody of a 1925 (?) Bentley Red Label that belonged to my father’s cousin until he--the cousin--sold it (without asking Pop whether he was interested first--still a bit of a sore point).

They’ve got a sequel series out now with that character’s niece driving an Austin-Healey.

Have any sushi fans noted yet that if you take a turn too fast in one of these and wind up on the roof, you’ve done a Mach-E roll?

I’m not convinced this thing can take on the Snow Dog.