Damn.

Pretty close, yeah. I just now remembered that the top was cut off, as well, so imagine that as a convertible I suppose.

Man, that sums up my reaction perfectly.

I’ve never seen one here in (Southern) California either, but over this past weekend, I spotted an early-1980's Corvette that was similarly chopped. It wasn’t a trike, but it had trike-like dimensions, and it almost looked like it sported a rat-rod-like suicide front end. No clue where the engine was.

Hey now, no need to get violent. Don’t make me unleash the War Mommy Baby on your ass.

You’re doing the Lord’s work, Jason.

I was born and raised in Detroit, but have been living in the Carlsbad/Oceanside area for over a decade, so I’m very familiar with the cars in both of those parts of the country.

That was simultaneously funny, fascinating, and utterly terrifying.

Goddam, I’m actually okay with this, and I think the matte black works.

As a SoCali resident, I concur.

Same. After I realized the blue line wasn’t a border, I took a close look at the y-axis to see if the values were misleading. Nope, they start at zero and increase in 1 million increments. That’s shocking any which way you graph it.

I smell what you’re cooking.

I’ll star any post about The Bottle Rockets. One of my favorite groups. It was probably a $1000 car that got them ♫ stuck in Indianapolis, with a fuel pump that’s deceased ♫ 

Goddamn, that’s fucking brilliant.

Alf is spot on. I was thinking Class 7 and something. That something is Alf.

Pop quiz, hotshot. What if it’s from the 8th Dimension?

Fun fact: the mid-90's Nissan Raheem was powered by 20 “D” fucking Energizer batteries.

In 2003, I bought a new Acura 3.2 CL Type S for about $28,000. It had struts.

Gas station massages are a genius idea. They have to better than gas station sushi. 

Sorry, but learning how to pump gas is the prerequisite to get out of the grays. You’ll need to take the class again, pass the written portion of the test, and submit video proof that you’re no longer a one no pump chump.