In the early 70s my straight-arrow older brother, who might have taken an occasional toke (he was way more fond of beer) but didn’t look, act, smell, or dress like a hippie, got stopped by customs while driving to the U.S. from Canada. He was not carrying any contraband or otherwise acting suspicious. I don’t know…

So glad I bought a pair of Sears jackstands back in the day. They’re durable, reliable and guaranteed for li... oh wait.

The farther I got into this article, the more it got drowned out by a certain YouTube mechanic from Houston waving his hands and shouting, “Endless money pit!”

“Classic”? Uck. Just looking at this cramped, underpowered, shit-brown piece of junk gives me PTSD. I’m 6'2" and once got talked into taking a 2,000 mile, 3-day road trip (with 2 other people no less) in one of these motorized roller skates back in the mid-1980s. My back has never forgiven me, and is still in the…

When I was a kid in the 60s, our neighbor down the street, Mr. Thomas (never got his first name) would buy a brand-new tricked out wide-track Pontiac every September, as soon as the next year’s model came out. Me and my little buddies would always show up to drool over his latest shiny acquisition. He also had a ratty…

Any wonder Ford gave up the Mustang line after these last few bloated caricatures of the original car? What with its obvious styling-by-committee and safety-orange paint, it looks like a 60s Mustang with a sudden seafood allergy. The ill-fitting 80s louvers on the back window would make one really want to look…

Awwww, I almost started to miss Antonin Scalia and his groovy beat-poetry riffing and scatting. Thanks for honoring his memory. Otherwise, can’t help you with the plane... Good luck!

You had me at Maserati. Miserati is more like it. Is the next oil change gonna be an engine change? And, as Scotty Kilmer might say (while waving his hands around) “an endless money pit.” Nice turn of phrase though: “as sexy as a linty navel.” Now I can’t get that image out of my head...

Congratulations. That’s the most lamebrained summary of recent American history ever. God I hate generalizers, not to mention those who indulge in spurious dichotomies like this one. Here’s why:

Here in New Mexico deer mice carry hantavirus. If you breathe the dust from their dried turds, get your affairs in order and call the undertaker. So yeah, rodents are worse. Oh, and there’s usually several deaths a year here from rat-borne plague, yikes. We once had an infestation of regular mice: so we bought some…

“Liberal communist,” that’s a good one. Oooh, burn! Maybe you should put your 2 remaining brain cells to work figuring out the difference between “your” and “you’re” before you post this right-wing bullshit.

Around 50 years ago Lee was caught on tape in Nixon’s bugged Oval Office bitching about government initiatives to cut down on highway slaughter by introducing a few rudimentary safety features to cars. You know, stuff like shoulder belts and 5 MPH bumpers, dashboards that don’t rearrange your face if you hit the…

Two small quibbles. 1) How the fuck do you get in and out of this monstrosity?Or even reach the door handle if you’re not Shaq? and 2) You left out the part where I get to vote “crack pipe.”

You must know that this car is the evil spawn of a cheap-ass Fiat. And you know Fiat’s motto, right?

Not to mention that the computer interface for these shoddy buses was in Chinese! In our town, Spanish would have been acceptable, but Chinese? Their range turned out to be half of what was advertised. Albuquerque’s so-called ART rapid transit system, which was rammed down our throats over widespread public…