Cloth seats. Manual. Dignified numbered name—DS23. Alas, no parking sensors and other stuff.

About the finest, most original piece I’ve seen in jalop. Brilliant work.

Too much of contemporary Britain is devoted to turning the place into a nostalgic theme park of the good old days, which I’m old enough to know did not exist. As much as I prefer 60s machinery to the present, it’s troubling, somehow, too know that Goodwood participants spent many hours to rubbing the right bear grease…

Bravissimo, Patrick George. This is why I love Jalopnik.

Where was it shot? Looks like a smooth version of Floyd Bennett Field.

Check out the difference between fewer and less.

Try cycling from Manhattan to the end of Brooklyn on Bushwick Avenue late in the afternoon for the bike race at Floyd Bennett Field. Then back in the dark. Fun and terrifying at the same time.

Mullin over R. Lifchitz any day.

Can he double clutch?

He was a great man and one who would have probably preferred the simple honesty of “died” instead of the queasy Hallmark euphemism of “passed away.”

I’ve been waiting eagerly for this account. It’s wonderful. Now to win the lottery, work on my Italian, and buy a C- or D-Type or maybe an Invicta low chassis, and a troop of mechanics.

For bark and recoil, try the 7.62 mm FN FAL, or its now-retired British Army equivalent, the SLR. Heavy, solid dinosaurs by today’s standards. Big bang. Great fun.

Ark Royal, battlecruiser Renown, and 6” cruiser Sheffield at the top.

It’s everything I had hoped it would not be. But I can’t wait to hear your further impressions.

Correction: “after every week on” etc

Oh what memories. Many moons ago I took off a year from college to work as a derrick man offshore near Grand Isle, 7 days on, 7 days off. Bought my first car, a repainted Maverick, on Canal Street in New Orleans, and drove out to Houma, to a rooming house called Mrs. T’s, recommended by a friend back at college in…

Sicily is a different country where the language, exclusive of local dialects, is Italian. It’s wonderful in its own way. If you do have to drive in Palermo, just remember that the risk of driving the wrong way up a one-way street will save you three hours of getting lost trying to navigate the one-way streets to your…

Really well put. I’d only add: if you think Rome is tricky, avoid Palermo.

Trench warfare is indeed a calvary of horror. Apologies for pedantry, but I think you mean the 2nd Cavalry. Without horses.

Neither. A quibble. "Sport" as a verb, applied to weaponry, is awkward. Period.