Arright, haters. Everyone who’s proclaiming “Oh, Kevin won, for sure” has never had a Scotch Egg. If you had, you’d be drooling like I am right now. It’s as much of a work of art as Eggs Benedict.

Sorry but this sums up how I feel:

Just chiming in/piling on:

Remember when truck tailgates were held closed by steel hooks on chains?

A properly kitted Defender will take you ANYWHERE... but then, so will a properly kitted JeepCJ-TJ-YJ-JK-JL/4Runner/Land Crusier/Power Wagon/Bronco/Blazer.

Yes. THIS.

I love “No Rust for the Weary”

I had a 1964 Barracuda... with all three badges: Plymouth, Valiant, Barracuda. Threw in a 340 and T727 out of a Roadrunner and front end out of a Duster. Manual steering & brakes made it sketchy/dangerous... but went really fast in a straight line!

You get excited about your cars, I’ll get excited about mine.

The fins off the roofline that swoop past the rear window say 1968. 1969 and 70 have a more slanted rear window or that Daytona/500 smoothed transition and more fastback-ish rear window.

Behind that tiger-striped LeMons car, you’ll see a clapped out 1964 Plymouth Barracuda (the one with three different name badges on it) and behind that, a 1968 Dodge Charger!

Anthony Bourdain’s passing was tragic and heartbreaking.

Re: Neutral

There are several cars on the planet that, when painted red, suggest to all that the owner is screaming: 

Sadly, I must decline the invitation to procure one of these tree and peeled-cow encrusted beauties. The caviar spoons are not fashioned from a single piece of mother of pearl and, therefore, do not meet my standards.

Hey, Kate? Can you reach out to Unknown Brewing? The new brew in question should be:

Just to be clear... statistically speaking, you are more likely to:

I just... I can’t even... 

If he’d gotten out of the monster truck with a beer and a cheeseburger, I’d have said:

You had me at “Florida Man”