Unsure! There’s always a chance there was something else wrong with the vehicle and it was an unrelated issue to this particular transmission defect.

Almost time? FFS Bradley, Bostonians have been driving Ford Kas for decades. 

Mostly the sweet rumble of me making Raptor screeches while driving one. With the windows down, of course. I would imagine the frame and suspension could handle the weight (considering it’s designed for insane impulses from dune hopping), so you miiiight be able to throw a much stiffer set of springs on the rear and…

I CAN’T HEAR THE SOUNDS OF YOUR REASONABLE CONCERNS ABOUT THINGS LIKE “SAFETY” AND “LOAD CAPACITY” OVER THE RUMBLE OF MY SWEET SWEET RAPTOR. 

Driveable but terrifying. The first time I took an on-ramp in a rented Fiesta, I thought the transmission had just run out of oil, because is sounded and felt like the whole front of the car was about to fall off.

This camper would rock on a Raptor rather than an F350.

Millennial, checking in. We’re generally stoked about electric cars. Problem is, it takes like $300k to get an electric car and a home in which to charge it, minimum. And as everyone knows, we blew all that money on avocado toast and art history undergraduate degrees. 

I’d probably invest in a flyscreen, those S&S pipes, and a better set of brake pads.

GTI: The Miata of practical cars. Drive it once, and that weird sensation in your bones is your body resonating with the relative inadequacy of nearly every other vehicle in the $30k price range. 

While EV = quick is definitely old news, David did something crucial by getting into the technical nitty-gritty of exactly how “EV” translates to “quick” in this context; that is, this article got into the same level of technical discussion as coverage of a similar ICE vehicle.

As the driver of a midsize sedan, I won’t be looking at any part of this gargantuan monstrosity except maybe the giant-ass rims (as they’re passing on the right to subsequently cut me off) and their too-damn-bright headlights searing my retinas out at night.

Hot damn, great review. Seems like there’s more political teeth to this book than something like the Boys in the Boat, which plumbed a similar narrative arc in a different sport (rowing).

Help Me Decide If I Should Adopt These Free Jeeps

Well, looks like I’ve found at least one person who’s gonna kick my ass at trivia Friday night. 

Them’s fightin’ words, son. 

The right answer is Fiat 500 Abarth Cabrio. Hilariously short in length, deceptively tall in headroom, lets you sunburn your scalp in that Cali sun, and most importantly makes fun burp sounds like a baby Ferrari.

I’m pretty stoked to see how he managed 135 highway miles on a charge. In my broke-ass college days, I eked out 40mpg through Kansas in a 30mpg car by drafting behind a semi (note: do not do this. It’s dangerous, and you also have to look at the back of a semi-truck for 8 straight hours). My working assumption is that…

David Tracy: “I always cherish every vehicle I buy” 

Neutral: I bought a 1990 Miata a week ago and registered it the last day DMVs were open. Time to muddle through this apocalypse in the mountains with the wind in my hair and a 5MT in my hand, as God intended.

Neutral: If every airline goes bankrupt, their assets still exist. Their planes don’t magically disappear. Airports don’t vanish overnight. Crucially, people’s desire to travel (post-pandemic) won’t self-immolate.