Porsche Macan.

I can even remember flying on the “C” versions, with the lower roof.  

“Did you see him?”

No, he means “kicking everyone else’s ass.”

Great idea, but you really need to give the world an alternative option with enough trunk space to fit a set of golf clubs. As tempting as a mandatory Diablo sounds, I’d probably reject it it if it meant no more trips to the links.  

Yes! Get it!

This conversation begins and ends with the Cadillac CTS wagon.

Automotive design rule #22:

I say this as a left-leaning political independent:

After reading this, I feel lucky to have bought my kid the five-car Italian exotics pack a couple years ago. It must have been the end of the line.  

As a car person, it’s fulfilling to walk into a store and see a Hot Wheels and/or Matchbox version of the exact same car you drive in real life.

Very curious to know how badly that roof rack mauls the fuel economy.

Actually the current VC-25 Air Force One airframes were built about five years BEFORE Trump’s 757.

No, because the aircraft is flying a shit of a lot faster than a car drives down the road, so the damage from a hit would be shitfully worse for the aircraft--perhaps even terminal if it hits the wrong part of the airframe.

Seeing that car makes me want to grow my hair long, move to L.A., wear Armani suits, and have sex with rich old women for money.

This is no joke. As soon as the Mercedes S Class finally exhausts the finite list of conceivable features people actually might actually use, its engineers will have no choice but to begin adding features no one will ever need or want... just to keep adding things... and because S Class. When that tipping point comes,…

Whatever he might be, Trump doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who can be bought off. Hillary, on the other hand....

It’s like the fucking Titanic trying to dodge icebergs!

That scorpion’s gonna give me nighmares tonight. No shit.

I am 37 years old and I consider myself somewhat of a geek. The number of computers I’ve built from scratch far, far exceeds the number of women I’ve had sex with. Yet on the spectrum of sheer geekiness, this is so far off the deep end that I might as well be the god damn high school quarterback.