I can fangirl with the best of ‘em over Bertone designs. Mechanical stuff and racing is all fine and dandy and God knows all us autocross folks are total nerds, but my brain squees most over design

I got stuck in one as a loaner (sometimes weird things happen in my life) and it was...well, I was raised to keep my mouth shut if I don’t have anything nice to say.

Yeah, there’s some archaeology involved, but refusing to work on them is just silly. Once you get to digging in there, it’s not actually too terrible. I tend to be a fairly patient and methodical person, so it’s no big deal really. Just take a breath, do it step by step, and don’t overthink it

Well then I suppose you’re just a masochist

My husband’s Focus ST has had 3 recalls. My 500 Abarth has zero. Tell me again how other makes “just fucking work.”

That’s funny cause when I crashed my last 500 Abarth, one of the guys doing the rather extensive part out on it remarked to me how well engineered the car is. I was rather surprised, but he wasn’t saying it with sarcasm. My experiences with working on them have also been fairly trouble free, just a lot of small spaces…

Y’know, I’ve always felt those Nissan vans are vaguely *off* somehow, and this clarified my feelings. It is that long ass front that makes them wonky

To the millenial generation, Harleys have always been something the midlife crisis set and/or your grandpa rode. They’re the bike of “fags” in the South Park context and something shown in Viagra advertisements. They’re about as uncool as it’s possible to get. My husband rides one because hey, it was provided by his…

Crap, I’m a millenial with a C3, sorry for ruining it for you!

And this right here is Idaho. “Nicest,” sure whatever, much more a bunch of fuckwits with derpy ass inbred squirrel brains who CAN’T FUCKING GOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Go to a pot shop and you will probably see a fair few people of Fusion-owning age. Actually, I’ve found pot shop parking lots to be good car spotting places. Generally, the old adage of “get kids into cars so they don’t have money for drugs” tends to be something more like “if you have money for cars, you have money…

Depends on the car. Both of my Abarths have been “normal” colors, black and grey and both stand out in a parking lot no problem. My Corvette is “silver beige” and definitely doesn’t blend into a crowd, being a C3 and all.

I can bake, but I can’t knit. Just ask the dudes at the shop building my car, I’m always bringing in some treat or another

I bought a mass-produced status symbol that is much less mass produced than most mass produced status symbols, then I modded it into submission. Tell me again how I drive a beige Camry

I deal with this struggle regularly with socks

Oh joy, bagging all those 14ers with thousands of other people making the trail look like a line of ants. Riding their bikes on the same routes as everyone else, taking the same pictures, and thinking these experiences are somehow special. They’re not. These are the experiences of the multitudes...though they usually…

Unmedicated* and with a pushover spouse is how I get to have a herd of 3 completely impractical cars, no shame in it, imo.

I started you for owning the coolest Lambo ever

Not quite, haha. The town of Huntington is the closest town to the border that has accepted legalization. Consequently it is the starting point for a whole lot of dirty rides. It’s also a great place to see many lovely cars. Last time I visited, my old Vette was parked up with a vintage Datsun z car and a v12 Mercedes

The cancer drug is likely also a fertility medication. I can’t remember what it’s called, but I was prescribed it while going through that and the pharmacist gave me the most pitying look ever