Summer, even here in relatively mild NC, is the worst time for driving a convertible, IMO. Sunburn (I’m Irish - I burn beside a bright lightbulb), ‘nads sizzling on the vinyl seats, useless A/C, even if the car has A/C. Fall and winter (before things start to freeze and they salt the roads) are perfect - time for a…

Possibly one of the most Jalop scenes ever captured. Who and where?

Would pretty much eliminate all fender-benders also

Wait - the Mirai’s a turbo?

turbot - a really fast autonomous car?

That’s on a whole different scale

Does it have a “Danger to Manifold!!!” warning light on the dash?

Sorry, not buying it - skilled use of language is wonderful, and dumbing down or shrinking the variety of words available to us removes nuance and dimension from our communication. I’m not saying that office- or corporate-speak isn’t annoying, and often meaningless, but it’s usually pretty easy to tell when someone’s…

I was going to suggest a Land Rover until I saw that “reliable” was a criterion. I think a Land Cruiser is the correct call - reliable and routinely driven by the quietly rich

I hear it’s going to be called An Eye On The Future And An Eye On The Past (Simultaneously)

let’s just leaf it there

“Sylvanus Freelove Bowser” may be the greatest name in the entire span of English-speaking world history

Seems fine to me? Maybe Barra will explain this to the president.

The only mechanic I ever really trusted - a one-man operation in Jamaica Plain, Boston - I found through CarTalk’s “Find a Mechanic”. Maybe I was just lucky, but I’m attributing it to the magic of CarTalk

When I moved to the US all I could afford was a 1980 Toyota Corona ($300), with a radio that got only one station - WMAL 530AM out of DC - Paul Harvey, SportsTalk and, yes, Rush Limbaugh. I couldn’t believe the bile he spewed on a regular basis, after growing up with the genteel NPR-like national radio in Ireland.…

And fuck you very much. If the broken veins on your face are any indication, the cirrhosis isn’t far off - enjoy.

Thanks for this. For years, my ideal “me time” was putting on a pot of coffee and spending Saturday morning in the garage tinkering with some car in the company of Ray and “Tawmy”, and alternately yelling and laughing at the radio. The reg plate holder on my Subaru reads “I’m not laughing at you - I’m listening to Car…

Ew - let me grab an umbrella quick

Can’t decide if this is a serious comment or not

I could see that - my dad was as good a driver as I’ve ever known, until he felt that he was getting too old to drive safely, so he sold his car and rides the bus. My wife drives OK, but she’s a bit of a lead foot.