1980 Chevette. 197-something Mercury Montego. 1996-ish Buick Regal. 1998-ish Trooper. 1976 Vega Kammback.

If the car survived, and if McQueen kept the car—which isn’t entirely outside the realm of possibility—it wouldn’t surprise me that he took it with him to Mexico when he subjected himself to quack cancer treatments provided by an American orthodontist (not an oncologist, which it’s easy to see how the two might be…

Cut track at 0:36. Lap time invalidated.

I’ll see your Vicarious and raise you “Perfect Sync,” the hidden track from 10,000 Days. 

I wouldn’t mind doing it again if it wasn’t the freakin’ hottest part of the year. Who thought that was a Good Idea?

Mountain bike, an obviously poor choice for road “racing,” but it’s what I had and my kid really wanted to do it. Managed to ride halfway up to turn one, but I was not alone in trudging the rest of the way. The downhill after 1 was where I hit top speed. Being August, the breeze from that was more than welcome.

Beats my best lap at C0TA: 00:23:18 with a top speed of 32mph.

Even money says you could hang a hammock under that hood and still have room for a table and a drink with a little umbrella in it, at least 3 hula girls, one ukulele player and seagulls squawking in the distance as the moon slowly sets behind the radiator.

I am absolutely fraught with envy. That car is stunning and I hate you, you magnificently lucky bastard.

You mean did it use to be a landau? Nope. That would’ve been insult to injury.

Too bad he’s an anti-science, anti-GMO douchenozzle. Except for when it comes to his insulin. Then he’s perfectly okay with GMOs. So I reckon that makes him a hypocritical douchenozzle.

I had a ‘73-ish Montego. The best thing about it was the interior space: the back seat was so vast that local thunderstorms were entirely possible. The worst thing was the POS 351. At least you could climb into the engine compartment and sit comfortably while skinning your knuckles. But repairing it was just a…

That may be one of the most awful things I’ve seen that wasn’t rated PG-13 or higher.

Stonehedge

Private collection. Not for sale

Oh. My. Gawd.

I feel certain that Mr. Duncan would be far more understanding than my cow-orkers when, upon seeing this collection, I wet myself.

“Blacksmith” sounds almost sexier than “Ferrari.”

I like this cover. Probably NSFW (PG-13, not R-rated version)

My first experience with a Land Crusher was a 1984 FJ60. In 1984. Which made it (fairly) shiny-new. I was given it to use during 2-weeks corporate training in Denver.