I heard some incredible stories about the wealth of the Asian kids’ families when I was in Vancouver this past summer. It sounded exactly like the stories I had heard about the Iranian kids in LA with their fancy BMWS, and the Saudi kids before them with their fancy MERCEDES. And I thought, BAN THEM ALL. Because I’m…

Well whatever. If you’re going to LA Auto Show, Dana at the Ford display knows about the GT40s and Jordan hands out bags of almonds based on some weird tie-in that sort of made sense (something about using the whole Almond and Ford being environmentally responsible). The ladies at Lincoln looked pretty styling, but…

I could have gone but didn’t because I still have PTSD from attending in 2015. For a guy from San Diego that was the worst weather ever, with no shelter or warmth, and compounded by the fact that no one working at the venue gave a shit. Oh the fucking irony of the sun coming out just for the race on Sunday after that…

Hondabaru. So much style everywhere, everything.

Shouldn’t you be summarizing racing results you saw on TV?

I thought your columns were so ridiculous that I had to read every one of them to make sure I was right. Good luck on your next adventure.

Congratulations, that’s great. Hard work and good humor should be recognized. In your case, its probably more of one than the other.

That’s about as close to a Subaru as my bicycle is to the superbikes that race there.

And our previous Odyssey would not die. To the point that we prayed for it to die so we could replace it with a shinier new one with all the new electronics. It was finally put out of its misery by a limo driver in a Town Car who drove on the wrong side of the street directly into the Odyssey on a Sunday morning in La…

Strange that Doug is not commenting on the comments as he usually does. He must be off having his Aston-Martin serviced.

This looks like a car bomb about a millisecond after it explodes.

Pastor Maldanado said, “I like it. I can focus on the halo and not be distracted by the other cars on the racetrack. For me, this is the essence of racing safely.”

The letter had me at “drive for five years.” When it comes to my investment cars (I don’t actually own any) you can’t even sit in the front seat and make motor noises lest your butt sweat and expelled vapors/spittle contaminate the interior.

I may have missed it, but did you do a column yet describing the thrill of driving the car? Or is this just going to be a year’s worth of columns about warranty work?

Perhaps you have never experienced the thrill of the peek ocean view from the entryway to the HOA development where your 2,000 square foot residence valued at about $1,000,000 sits on a 3200 square foot lot pressed up against your neighbor’s house. But when you do, boy that’s the greatest feeling in the world and…

Me fail English.? That’s unpossible.

I’ve never seen a Mercedes fire truck before. You think if you flip a Skoda you get the same rescue truck?

Putting a live sheep in there is udderly ridiculous.

The journalistic equivalent to a self-immolating Buddhist monk — eye catching, but painful.

Damn that’s a clever post. I looked at the thing and I was like, damn, its like my minivan. Which is like a 747 because it has doors and windows, tires and brakes too.