90s.

Don’t worry, I’m not here to undermine memes.

We got close. Autonomous cars = drug mules of the future.

In person the argument is much more measured.

A pristine example of most any car will resonate with me at some level; the effect is massively enhanced when applied to Paul Bracq designs.

It looks like an ML320 had sex with a Smart fortwo.

I submit my roommate as evidence that some butts are already airbags.

THAT GOD DAMN CONSOLE DOOR HINGE IS BROKEN ON MINE TOO.

Mine is called “The NeverEnding Story: A Quest for a Perfectly-Idling M20.”

“...heading to Kansas instead.”

“He’s bowled through the GOP like a urine-hued, gold-plated whirlwind.”

Uh oh. Shit’s about to get real myopic up in here.

SEATO? Neato.

No need to tell me or my cohort of roommates on the far east edge of town.

You were able to buy a home here?!

Would like magical disappearing reflective tri-color M striping on my E30, please and thank you.

I also like Volvo box butt. However, anything which evokes the P1800ES can’t be bad, and that’s all I can see in the sloped rear glass.

There I fixed it.

Hm, most Hondas of this vintage that I see on the internet have someone’s thumb covering the license plates.