I had a ‘92 Honda Civic VX that the factory claimed would get 55 mpg on the highway. I was able to get 58 on one tank of gas and became obsessed for a little while. I began inflating the tires (165 70R-13)to 40 psi, then 50, in an attempt to get to the magic 60 mpg. I made it and decided to keep pushing the envelope…

People suck.

I love big old boats.  I’m not a fan of excessive and gratuitous waste, and so I’m looking forward to the time (hopefully not far off) when our electrical grid gets out of the 20th century and begins to catch up with what will be increased demand for charging these things. I live outside of Chicago where most…

“Mercury Blues” is my favorite.

Not to be tiresomely pendantic, but the picture of the Mazda you posted is when they were rebadged Ford Rangers. And not a slight on them at all! But when you say Mazda pickup truck, I think of the original B2000 and B2200 from the 1980's (tried to insert pic and not finding success.)  I owned one, and it was an…

Volkswagen. Never again.

Agreed.  But just fix the headlights and I think it kinda works. 

There were two of these in my family growing up. The first was a black ‘86 (with the 4+3) that my dad let me take to the prom. I picked up my date and proceeded to drift around the exit ramp right before the prom venue. My date stormed off in a huff and had her dad pick her up. I went to the prom stag. 10/10 would do…

I only got to see it in person once, though I was instantly smitten by its majesty. The ‘83 Peugeot that replaced it was a blast too.

Is it just me, or does it drive anyone else bugFUCK when people pull up to a line of cars stopped at an intersection and leave four car lengths between themselves and the car in front of them? That makes me want to punch Muppets. And it seems like it’s on the increase. Growl.

I used to enjoy working on cars. Bought my house specifically because it had a huge garage, even though the house itself was tiny. Been here twenty years this month, in fact, but I haven’t turned a wrench in the last ten. And it was a BMW that killed me.

Illinois. That’s all you need to know.

Truth.  And up here (Chicago), the bigger the truck, the greater the likelihood that they’re covered in tRump stickers and waving a Confederate flag from the trailer hitch.

While I agree with you (biker here), this almost seems like a different kettle of fish.  Those crotch-rocket nutbags are all over the place around here (Chicago) and now they’re doing it with dirt-bikes and quads on public streets.  There’s no training for this, the cops often can’t catch ‘em until they crash, and…

I live in Illinois.  Most of the time we fuck everything up.  Once in a great while, we do something right.  This is well on the way, and we need more steps like this in the right direction.  It’s a step, and maybe a small one, but a step nonetheless.  

My experience with a beautiful 2009 VW Passat with meticulous maintenance records and just over 85K on the clock cured me of any momentary lust I may feel for anything German. Over 7,000 dollars in repairs and the engine out twice in just under two years of ownership. Run away from this one. CP.

When the lights go down in the tunnel,

Extra gauges? Does that include the gauge that just says “Lancer”?

You guys are deep.

You had me at “full-size land yachts with a manual trans.”