That has nothing to do with the fact that those cars aren’t yours to touch IN THE FIRST PLACE and that their location doesn't magically change that. You do understand that, right? Because, by your logic, you should be able to feel up every woman at the beach.

Fucking ingrate.

You are absolutely correct. Anyone who disagrees with you on this is wrong and a rube.

No on the flat-bottomed wheels.  They look like what they are: a ridiculous pretension.

Nicely done, FCS.

It looks retarded regardless of the ethnicity of the driver.

First Gear:

I’ll be that guy. This is nothing but a resto-mod. And sacrilege. And proof that money can’t buy one a refined sense of appreciation of history.

Nah. A mature misanthrope doesn’t care what other people think (because those people suck and so do their opinions), so they drive whatever they want.

I have an ‘09. It wasn’t $5,000—but it also didn’t have a gazillion miles and it was garage kept by the first owner (I’m the second).

Except that a V-8 is always the most important thing to aspire to.

Given the headline to this article, the owner of that car must now get license plates that read, “Ah! Leah!”.

For the younger folk who don’t know the reference:

So, the WRC contacted this farmer. My guess is the conversation went something like this:

Does it actually run on Elon Musk's tears?

The SR-71 is *still* the most bad-assed plane ever built.

You get a star (and deserves many more) just for mentioning the Polara.

If by “white”, you mean “black”, he is absolutely white.

Fifth Gear:

There’s no way to say this without offending the staff, so I’ll just say it.

Pretty sure that that’s the Solway Firth space-man behind Mildred.