Should have mentioned that was 3+ years ago when we were there, and 2 weeks ago when I found out they closed.

So that’s what happened. I’d taken my kid there for his 14th to race the karts, and thought it’d be fun to go back. I learned they shut down, but no reason why.

Gee, if only there was a Good Guy with a gun there. S/he could have stopped that desperado before he killed anyone.

If his insurance does cover it, it’ll be the last thing it covers.

My Solara only takes 10 seconds.

Why do you keep getting bird shit on your pecker?

I don’t know where he gets the impression anyone at Jalopnik can drive well.

Pretty sure I know where the idea came from

I bought an ‘88, shiny-new (the last new car I ever bought). 2WD, 22R 4-banger, 5-speed standard. Drove it in Houston for years, even as a courier. Nothing like strapping a too-tall, 700lb+ piece of stupid-expensive scientific equipment and getting it 20 miles away during rush-hour. Or oxy/acetylene tanks. Or…

God dammit, I love/hate this version. Because when that stunning “language teacher,” your cielito lindo, turns out to be a heartless, backstabbing víbora, una perra venenosa y una bruja.

Pre-drill holes and you don’t have to worry about the wood splitting.

Years ago, the power driver’s seat in my (now) ex’s Camry quit. Friend and I took off to junkyard and pulled a “new” one.

At last, I can ignore that check-engine light. It’s just a small EGR leak, but it’s enough to get in the way of passing inspection.

Cars and Coffee goes to COTA.

Showed the schedule to my gf while waiting for GotG2 at The Ritz. (GO SEE IT! NOW!) The idea of watching flocks of Lambos and Porsches ripping up the track made her drool.

Fifty bucks? And weather reports say it’s gonna be a gorgeous morning.

When my kid was in elementary school, got a call from the ex telling me he was in the nurse’s office, barfing. She’d called the pediatrician and got him an appt, and wanted me to take him.

This is my Dream Car. Someone could give me a brand-new Aston Martin and I’d sell it just to buy an Fj40. Or two. Or three.

Pull that shit on King Ranch turfgrass fields and see what happens.

You might not get disappeared like Luther Blanton and his son, John, back in November, 1936 when they trespassed on the ranch by crawling through the fence surrounding it so they could hunt ducks.

Just make them all like this. Problem solved.