You want a convertible? Miata. You want a coupe? FR-S.

I'd rather by a fully restored Bronco, in two-tone white and sky blue. But neither of those are new cars.

Can't stand the crosstour. I sometimes park my element next to one in my neighborhood. The Crosstour is longer, has less storage space, less visibility, seats the same number of people, and is bulbous and stupid-looking. I know my car looks like a box on wheels, but it's a proud box on wheels.

Imported from Detroit.

I was going to respond that some states don't allow you to modify your emissions controls, even if they don't have smog checks.

Wow. Last time I went into Canada, we went through BC, and it was the complete opposite. We handed him a form for all the guns we had, we promised there were no drugs, and we were on our way. I guess 4 dudes in a minivan isn't very suspicious?

Bonus cars available if you're in a state like OK where removing the cat isn't a problem.

Letter 1: "I'm poor and uneducated, but I totally don't hold it against rich people. If I say that enough, will they let me be rich, too?"

It's a reflection on the conversation style of the writer. Periods are the end of a sentence; they allow interjections, or even conversation. Ellipses never bring your statement to an end, so you never allow the other person a word in edgewise.

I Usually Let People Have A Pass When They Skip The Shift Key. After All, It Could Be Worse.

You have to know your equipment. I do all my own work on my bikes, so I know where all the weak spots are. Sometimes, though, shit happens, and things break. I've snapped stems and come dangerously close to impaling myself on the steering tube.

Why not? The Enzo is NA, the F12 is NA, the F50 is NA, and Ferrari has already shown they can make stupid numbers without turbos.

I feel like any Enzo replacement has got to be naturally aspirated. 920 horsepower would be insane. Imagine the fires you could start with 920 naturally-aspirated horses.

Definitely saw sparks flying at ~2:07. I imagine that car spends a lot of time in the shop.

Up for sale: 1 kidney. 1 lung. 1 testicle. Half a liver. Ownership of firstborn. Naming rights to second-born.

Oklahoma wasn't bad, if you don't mind the shitty roads, the wind, the terrible winter road maintenance, and the meth.

Going along with the "let's be immature" party, I once took a New Mexico road trip where the entire point was to take a picture with me standing in front of the last E in "Elephant Butte". We got sidetracked doing awesome things and it never happened, but I'll make it there someday.

Nobody cares about your "powers of 10" bullshit. I measure everything the "imperial assload".

I used to take that exit on occasion. In my Miata, it became a contest.

Good lord yes. I worked just northwest of that intersection, so I had to spend 20 minutes of every drive home just trying to get onto the highway. Eventually, I figured out how to enter the highway a mile or so down, which shaved at least 10 minutes off my drive.