None. My dad wasn’t there. All my car memories belong to my mom. She taught me how to work a manual transmission, she taught me how to change my oil, how to change my brakes, how to avoid trusting franchise mechanics, how to knife fight, how to get information from a prison, you know... basic adult stuff.

My dad taught me how to drive manual in his 1993 Ruby Red ZR-1 when I was 17.

here’s my bush pig:

Put a Kehin FCR carb on it.....it will be a wheelie KING! after that particular “mod”.

Dr650 for the win!

I was on a date and began to secretly (in my head) flip shit when I saw a Tim Hortons in WEST VIRGINIA. I thought they were NORTH north restaurants, and my excitement almost made me skip going to the theatre and instead gorging my face with timbits.

Luckily, I can control myself sometimes.

This is surprising, considering the last Mustang we sent them was received with decidedly less enthusiasm.

“Considering it looks a lot like a Volvo...”

All of our tempos and escorts rusted to dust a long time ago.

That's my local dealership

I'm so proud of my hometown.

Russ Wheeler.

I’d rather pilot this 190E

The fake window applique behind the passenger doors of the 2015 Toyota Camry harkens back to the first Celica Camry of 1980.

And if that’s too un-PC, then big weed.

I’m a fan of this version of that car myself, even if the Taurus was a massive pile:

An IQ detector ignition interlock. If we stop Stupid from driving in the first place, we can make the commuting world a much safer and happier place.

I checked with my agent a year ago, and Allstate said no to dash-cam discount. But when I moved from Chattanooga, Tn to Baton Rouge, La, my insurance premium tripled, for the same car, the same coverage and the same company. They said “Second highest area for insurance fraud!” So it doesn’t matter how good your…