Not a question, but it made me smile. A cheerful motorcyclist pulled up next to me in my convertible at a traffic light and said: “Hey! Your motorcycle has two extra wheels!”  It made me laugh, and I wished him a great ride.

Every question that starts with referencing my [non existent] husband, or [occasional] boyfriend[s], in regards to my car is the dumbest. 

I used to have a smart fortwo, and one day while I was getting gas, somebody came up to me--as I was pumping gas--and asked me if it was electric.

Voiding the warranty is no big deal.

Am I doing this right..?

Am I doing this right?

As he is in the last row, which typically has zero recline, he most likely opted for the absolute cheapest flight cost possible. You get what you pay for.

Nice. I bet there were also a few around during Barrett-Jackson in Scottsdale. I was there right before it started and saw tons of cool stuff as people were coming into town. Including a very sweet 993 Turbo.

Some of my favorite wedges:

Alice might be a flightless bird

Thank YOU. 

Great, another area where classic Porsche prices are gonna get stupid.

Someone in planning was lied to about how big 8" actually is.

I understand that this is mainly picking on a ridiculous New York Post article (which is probably redundant), but I feel like this great movie is now balancing on the precipice of being a poster child for a bunch of hot button political topics, and I only ask: can we not?

Sane still isn’t a word I would use with regards to vintage Porsche, and it’s not getting much better. I grew up around these cars, and my dad still maintains a modest collection, but man... I don’t see the value here anymore.

“...and 15" phone dial wheels. Those wheels look great on 944s, but out of place on a 911. Most 911s in 1986 were optioned with 16" Fuchs.”

I think I mentioned this before, but I just became the proud owner of a simple truck. It’s a 1994 Ford F-150 with a straight-6. For all intents and purposes, it was a “pepaw” truck. It is simple, with a minimal number of lines. It’s basically boxes. It’s boxy, and that’s good.

Back in the late 80s I was flying home with my parents and 4 brothers from a wedding in El Paso, Kids aged 9, 7, 5, 5 (twins), and 2. What was supposed to be a quick layover in Dallas turned into a 7 hour layover after our arriving pilot took 30 minutes to taxi to the terminal, causing us to miss our next flight by…