bourbonandjellybeans
Bourbon&JellyBeans
bourbonandjellybeans

It’s cute how these twenty and thirty somethings get all nostalgic and romantic over those old 70s crap can cars. I lived through the horror of a new Vega that would just stop running. In the middle of the road. In January Detroit. I rode in my aunts cute little Datsun that had so many rust holes in it the heater

I know what the word “leftover” means and I know what the word “Champagne means, but together, they dont make any sense.

I wish people would drop the charade of calling this thing a “Toyota” or a “Supra.” It’s an ugly Z4 coupe. 

I wouldn’t mount those wheels to my 2018 GTI if someone gave them to me for free.

This Safari car thing needs to stop. 

This. It wasn’t smooth enough or varied enough.

I am both satisfied and disappointed. Satisfied: this is the right idea. Disappointed: this is poor execution. Someone with time needs to get *actual* NASCAR radio chatter.

Gives her child a stupid-ass name.

Maybe don’t name your child something moronic if you don’t want yourself (and your child) ridiculed for the rest of their life. And this from a guy who named his son after his favorite Top Gear presenter.

Bob Seger had it right though. That Chevrolet sank like a rock.

Minor water damage, low miles, ran when parked.

Did Doug have a stroke?  The inflections in his voice have gone to 11.

I think you should give up on Delmae.

I bet if they made it a rear engine design people would have also not bought it.

“Beetle-inspired Atlas.”

I give it a year and half until they follow the other car companies in their pursuit to ruin nameplates and somehow release a version of the Atlas called the Beetle.

Because cars aren’t priced based on their external dimensions?

What exactly does size have to do with price?

200mph with a check engine light.