Thanks, man! It’s a beautiful sunny day, and I’m at work making some $$. It’s all good today!

Jeep Wrangler. Go anywhere, do anything, everyone else be damned.

Thanks, dude!

Well, seeing as how I work for Ford and today is my 37th birthday, I’m taking it as a sign that it is my God-given duty to get secure one of these for myself.

Dude, Biz Markie ain’t playin’.

That’s one of the inherent problems with living in a “young, hip neighborhood” that is “developing.” It’s filled with self-righteous hipster douche bags who think having a Hummer pollutionmobile should be illegal and everyone should have a Prius or a bicycle.

Did you hear about the hipster who burned his mouth on pizza? He ate it before it was cool.

FWD. No deal.

Biff is a millionaire and has a hotel? George McFly is dead? Mr. Strickland is rocking a shotgun? What is this madness?!

Well said, Nermal. Next time you get mailed to Abu Dhabi, check out Ferrari World.

I’d much rather have this Maxima over a new one or a new Infiniti.

Aaaaaaaaand we’ll never see one in the U.S.

Andy Granatelli’s turbine car for the 1967 Indy 500. If not for a $2 bearing failure, could well have been the most dominant car ever at the Brickyard.

Agreed. They appear to made from Buttuglium.

There are so many conflicting shapes and angles on this car, I feel like I need to take a dramamine just to look at it.

If only it were green... and burned to a crisp...

But he didn't get towed, and that's all that matters.

Couldn't agree more. I work up a hell of a sweat running, but as soon as I catch the ice cream man and sink my teeth into that Fat Frog, it's all worth it.

Neither is Gil de Ferran.