Pedant Mode Engaged:

And the other MKs...

I am the proud owner of the “rolling sofa” Town Car. That name was wonderful, why reduce it to MK T on an SUV? The whole MK madness has me labeling it “MK = Mostly Krap”

Right, that is a typo.

Yep. I just drove over 500 miles today with a pregnant wife, a 6 year old, and a 3 year old. By the time we got here we had all about had it. Add another hour and a half in for charging and I’m not sure we would have made it alive. Anything more than a 10-minute bathroom + 300 miles of range stop is too much.

Can we still wager on which flight comes in first? Giddyup!

At least it was not a Mark Toureg!

Poor bastard has to go to Des Moines?

Lincoln’s profaning of the whole concept of “mark” designation makes me irrationally crazy-angry.

I like how this is both way out of left field, and totally believable

Nah, that’s pretty accurate, actually—and I own a current generation muscle car.

By the late seventies, gm got the Camaro and the trans am to handle, and that was the last “authentic” muscle car.

And how long will that last? Part of the allure of electric vehicles is autonomous driving. And as we know the biggest problem with that is their ability to predict and react to human driving. Take away the human element and the safety increases. Fossil fueled vehicles will become the next “think of the children”…

Neutral: Ban Cars?

“...And with this exaggerated safety and zero risk, Formula 1 has, in my opinion, lost some of its essence. It is also less attractive for the spectators.”

Understand that there was a generation of men that when they turned 18 volunteered to go to war knowing that they may not come back. Our current crop of 18 year olds wont come up from the basement to make a ham sandwich.

I’ll probably get roasted for saying this but I agree with him.

I watched both cars movies in a row for the first time about two months ago, one after the other.

And no.

Cars 2 is a goddamn trainwreck. It’s a tonal mess that cannot fin it’s way to clarity on what movie it wants to be, lurching awkwardly from brutally violent spy thriller to Southern hick mocks foreign cultures…

I got to meet Mr. Balboni back in October 2010 at the end of the Fireball Rally in Galena, IL. Naturally, he was driving a manual Balboni Edition Gallardo in the rally.

I signed up for Pre-check and gave them all my personal information including fingerprints. And now they want more. They want my eyeballs and face. Next step DNA. BTW Pre-check is a joke, it was just a TSA scam to get everyone’s personal information and prints. The Pre-check lines are now exceeding the length of the…