Thanks! I love the way they match the lower body cladding and flares. They fell off a truck—at least that's what I'm guessing considering they were NIB and cost less than the tires. Tein coilovers in the mail as I type.

Something like seven silver over black Subaru Outback XT Limited 5MT's made in 2006. I own one of them.

No oval piston Hondas?

It's as if they started with a nebulous concept to combine the perfect storm of uselessness, mishandled resources and gimmickry.

Nailed it.

Also, a perfect metaphor for the current state of the auto industry.

Rusty '91 Geo Tracker. RWD, a 17" wheelbase and bald Mickey Thompson sand tires are fun in winter slush and snow. How I cut my driving teeth.

And a Fiero is a better car than a supercharged MR2.

During high school I worked as a porter for Hawk Lincoln Mercury on the south side of Chicago, later known as the place Obama turned in his manhood along with the keys to his V8 300C for a hybrid Mariner and now a 24 hour gym.

One day I was tasked with driving a recently traded in, rusty, decrepit and visibly fucked…

how is trubo formed?

My '79 RX-7 is among the most reliable cars I've ever owned, It starts instantly even after sitting for months and needs nothing but a pre-mix added to the tank during (frequent) fill-ups.

Warm it up thoroughly, drive the nuts off of it and keep up on oil—do those things and rotary unreliability is also a myth.

Super-small displacement, multicylinder power in a Ridge Racer looking body is pretty rad for sure.

Saw a Smart Roadster on the road today, that was cool.

I think they turned their attention towards contract research and development work instead. I heavily researched the concept and company in preparation for an ANF piece but it came out reading like a textbook—too dry. Maybe I'll get around to re-writing it soon.

I submit the Connaught D-type V10.

What a bitch.

I'd whip the living shit out of that.

"Elegant"

"Instead, buy a ticking time bomb, heavily depreciated five year old exotic—I promise it will only be AWESOME."

At one point around minutes or so the owner pronounces Lancia correctly about five times in the span of ten seconds, followed immediately by Jay completely ignoring this by calling it a lan-see-uh.

I could go into the details of which you aren't familiar with in order to better explain why it looked like that during resto, but nah. You're a delight.

"seen here mid restoration"