IMHO owning a Boxster would be maybe one rung above 944 or 928 ownership on the ladder of embarrassment. But that’s just me. 356, 911, 912 or go home.

I like the concept and the execution appears pretty flawless but it’s still a Jeep that would sell for just a couple grand. I wouldn’t give more than about five or six thousand for this as it sits. C to the p.

When I sold Volkswagens I handled a lot of customers’ cell phones but never once did it ever even occur to me to flip through their private photographs. I could see a bunch of the guys I worked with doing something like this as the atmosphere there was always a macho, sports and pussy obsessed shark tank testosterone…

I have absolutely no idea what you’re getting at in your last few comments.

Well put.

That was my reaction as well. This is going to be very expensive for the dealership.

From 2003 until 2005 I worked in film at a small production company in LA. The owners were a couple who came from old money and made a shit ton more with his AVID editing and her motion graphics skills. When I worked for them they had 3 of my dream cars; an SL500 convertible, an S500, and the holy grail- the Guards…

Gives you paws? What, so you turn into like a dog or something. ..?

Fuck you.

I stood anchor buoy watch once.

You are an awful, awful person. Have a star!

This made my day.

Stop kicking my heart in its nuts.

The p70 is sexy! Have a star!

A star for you!

I love this article and I have loved the Trabant since we were introduced at a U2 Zooropa concert in the early 90s. They embody all the things I love in a Beetle and in every other scrappy little built-out-of-necesity-and-whatever-was-available econo box that came out of pre or post war Europe. You can keep your…

Jesus, that thing is just plain and ugly. I would prefer an Amarok over a GM clone SUV any day. Chicken tax be damned!

My 3rd Beetle was a 62 or 63 the same color as McGregor’s blue one. Had I known he was a Beetle guy I would have brought that up when we met briefly in LA a few years back.

This is my second experience with too much power.

Just days before my 16th birthday dear mother bestowed upon me a mint 1968 Dodge Dart. A mere 60k on the clock, bench seats, OG, radio, and a bulletproof slant 6. I was super stoked.