That’s about 20 mph too fast to be considered an Entertainment Pitch.

Take your star and go think about what you did.

Put a diesel in it, and I’m in.

“I can bend steel and fass, bitches!”

I think this is spot-on. “Crossover” means “modern hatchback” (modern in that all cars are taller than they used to be, most because of crash and pedestrian safety regs).

The playoffs are weird. 1991 made some sense, but 1987 was bonkers, even accounting for the emergence of Puckett. I’d take a playoff run like that again.

That shot in particular suggests that the front end was designed months apart from the rest of the car, by an entirely different team of deeply-depressed individuals.

Plus, the whole damn world can see that it’s a convertible, but they keep insisting it’s a hardtop.

…resulting in fewer additional offspring…

I thought it was just me. I’ve always admired Honda’s new car smell. Someone there actually picks cleaners and adhesives in part based on their out-gassing, apparently.

Pfft. Reverse.

Preach. I drive a 2016 Mazda3 hatch because it can be had with a manual without resorting to poverty trim. (Well, it’s also a fun, well built, good looking car. I guess it’s all part of the whole.)

Long Hose. Fuel Either Side.

It’s just gibberish!

As with 100% of all satirical ideas that eventually become real, The Simpsons did it. Welcome to the End… of High Prices.

This doesn’t count as autonomy, but I switched to a car with a backup camera about nine months ago, and now I hate driving anything without it. It’s not just that I can perfectly back into any space, quickly, without error. That cross-traffic alert thing when I’m backing out (with giant SUVs on either side) is magic.

I just see this:

It’s a rear-engined car… without a rear. I’m going to need a minute.

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