Amen!

Part of the problem with the “GRRR ME SO ANGRY”aesthetic is that a lot of people have confused badass with dumbass. A true badass doesn’t have anything to prove, they just live it, and if nobody notices, they don’t give a rip. If someone does notice, well, isn’t that nice.

I feel kinda bad that I posted that comment in response to one of Elizabeth’s articles, because she’s not one of the usual suspects. But in this case...

Someone should build an exact replica of the Wedge, but make it electric, and call it the Wedge-E.

Once you’re done driving the RAM, it would be interesting to get your take on a smaller truck, like a Tacoma, Ranger, etc. This could be a Goldilocks situation.

Prufreeding am a ded ahrt.

No particular car, but three particular men: my dad and both grandfathers.

I love full-width headlights!

Perfect! Now I can start my back-alley colonoscopy business, Cheap Ass Colonoscopies.

Oh, great, now poaching on the moon is going to get out of hand.

You export to, and import from.

Especially this month, with Frunksgiving nigh upon us.

Welcome to the madness. Keep Jalopnik weird.

I think Honesty meant spare car, not spare tire.

Peak Torch.

To paraphrase the Beach Boys, “It’s my little ute coupe, you don’t know what I got...”

Hey, there are others out there like David Tracy. “Hmmm... that part isn’t too rusty, soooo... yeah, in the cart it goes.”

Split-window Corvette.

Maybe a Studebaker Avanti.

Just wondering are you are going to do with the Cherokee?