I was thinking this was more like the “99cent All-You-Can-Eat shrimp buffet” analogy.

First, thanks for not including pictures of bare skin.

The most embarrassing? Probably the time I drove my old Dodge Ram 50 to my girlfriend’s apartment. It was a couple days after a snowfall, with barely any left on the ground but a few patches of ice here and there.  I parked next to the curb on a very slight incline, but my one drive wheel was on ice. Another car…

As an American, you lost me at “you lot seem like a reasonable bunch”

I’m a fan of 5-spoke alloys, but these wheels on this car are as much of a badge as anything you scraped off of it.

Van or Astro-van?

If this was my car it would look like floating dirt as I drove it down the road

TIME TUNNEL! We couldn’t get it at home but I could watch it at my grandparents’ house. So many memories that the part of me that wants to go find episodes gets shut down by the part of me that doesn’t want to ruin it.

I’m always torn between mooching as much as I can from the plates a car came with and making the car truly mine by putting on new plates

Your comment made me remember this:

I had a business trip planned with my boss, I’d fly in and rent a car, he’d come in two days later. His only advice was to rent something OTHER than a PT Cruiser because he wouldn’t be caught dead in one.  When I got to the rental counter the guy told me he had a Sonata or a PT Cruiser.  “PT Cruiser, sir!”.  Boss…

I have about a five mile commute, and I live where there’s over 300 days of sunshine per year. Financially I could probably even swing a mid-range model, but if I’m spending that much on a car I’m parking it where it’s safe...in the garage.

Never thought about it before, but I guess the Nomex suit is probably pee-proof as well. Man, I hope Grosjean has a good next race

I realized that at some point in my life an old white dude in a 911 with a young blonde went from being “pathetic” to “my hero”

I used to make fun of old white men looking to recapture their youth...until I became one.

When I was young and stupid I really thought about a Fiero because it was WAAAAY more reliable than what I was driving. Oddly, to this day I’ve never even driven one.

Did you ever see that show Trading Spaces? It’s like that, but instead of jacking up your neighbor’s house with someone else’s money it’s all yours...your car, your time, your money.  Professionals are called that for a reason.

Exactly. I could see paying this much dough for A van, and I could see myself driving THIS van, but there’s a huuuuuge void in between those statements.

Justifiable homicide. With a hammer.

I assume he said “99 percent” because some car journalists don’t own a car.