It’s Baldur, not Balder. 

Not. At. Gunpoint. 

Bueno! Now the rear ones. After I got my ‘73 super running, my first major project—after the absolutely terrifying suspension was fixed—was to be a disc upgrade all the way around.

Disc brakes.

My 18-y-o grew up listening to Rush and wanted to see them on their R40 tour. I raised the boy right.

As a former owner of an ‘87-ish Quantum—a Passat with the 2.2L I5 Audi motor–I’d never own one of these screaming turds longer than necessary to get it from Point A to the car shredder. (Assuming it made it under its own power, and I ain’t taking bets.) I might even lay out shekels just for the singular pleasure of…

Do you drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man?

“...find something to juice with Zooey Deschanel.”

The only national security threat is Trump—and the GOP.

I’m glad I got past the EDM at the beginning. That wasn’t bad. But less EDM

Great song. I think this cover is maybe even better:

I keep meaning to...

After the initial WTF, I literally had to stop for a couple seconds to remember which side I was on. Which is stupid, since I was the only one there at first.

Mine is due now, actually. It also just rolled 180K.

I like Toyota, but I can never see TRD without sounding it out: “TURD.”

That actually looks pretty good, compared to stock. Imma look into the body kit. Mine is already lowered, because I need to replace all the struts.

There’s nothing inaccurate about this. Source: own an ‘06 Solara SLE convertible. It’s dull. Boring. Borderline fugly. If I wasn’t in a pickle at the time, I’d have gotten a different car. As it was, I bought it out of necessity after getting reamed in a divorce—I couldn’t afford to keep my yummo V8 4Runner, and after…

One more...

So... Static Electricity McQueen