Having taken four years of high school Latin, I can answer one of your questions: the plural of Taurus, if we were speaking/writing Latin, would be Tauri. In order for it to be Taurii, the singular would have to be Taurius.

So, this:

It’s a fact that I’ve yet to see my dealer stock a decent BMW.  In fairness to him, though, he’s a Mazda dealer.

I am That Guy: her husband was Ilya Oktyabrskiy.  “Oktyabrskaya” is the feminine form.

Well, the Ghia’s on BaT, so the project space problem should be solved in about a week (or whenever shipping’s arranged)...

Could it be that Hyundai is going to make a Mazda 5? Too much to hope for a manual, I suppose...

Wasn’t a failed attempt at Step 2 how VW got control of Porsche in the first place?

Add me to the NP chorus (though if I were actually going to try to buy it, I’d want to talk the seller down a bit)—I like this body style a lot and, while it’s a tad cobby, it looks to be decently sound. One quibble: this car does not fly in the face of the boxy Volvo paradigm. It predates it.

More expensive than my house? I so very much wish I could buy a three bedroom house near Boston for so little...

I remember my thought process about 20 years ago:

American cheese might be...uninspiring, but at least it’s something. Poor old Germany doesn’t get namesake status for the German chocolate cake—it was named after the German Chocolate Company, which sponsored the baking contest for which it was invented.

Anything beginning with “pyro” is cause for alarm...

The Vincent Black Prince’s engine cases are visible, but it’s close...

This is all very well and good, but you’ve illustrated your article with a picture of F. O. and F. E. Stanley.

Richard Shindell sang it with Cry Cry Cry, but it’s not his song.  It’s James Keelaghan’s.

Because I am that sort of person, I am pointing out that “Wherefore art thou Ethos” means “Why are you Ethos?”  It does not mean “Where are you, Ethos?”

At least it’s correct in the next sentence...

I remember seeing an episode of Monster Garage wherein Jesse James declared that they were going to make a motorcycle out of a Peterbilt road tractor.  The crew managed to talk him into making it a trike instead once he realized that the diesel in a semi is substantially heavier than he’d assumed. 

And you’ve gone for it hook, line and sinker, haven’t you?

“Michigan: the Bifurcated State.” I like it.