It was quite the production but Top Gear really lost a lot of magic for me when the thoroughly scripted nature of the program became more and more apparent. Just not fun at all to watch them jump through hoops they set up and give reactions that they wrote.

It’s not real luxury without a proper tumbler and matching cups, a rotary telephone, and a pull-out leather writing surface for your secretary to jot notes in Gregg shorthand while you dictate.

What the media won’t tell you is that if you put gasoline in a diesel car, you basically have a zero-emissions vehicle. Read between the lines, people.

I’m not sure, it’s never shown any signs of accepting my apologies.

You can call me. 410-844-1212, ask for Reggie.

The best place I can figure is floating four or five feet in front of the grille.

I unsubscribed and subscribed just now. Do you need a physical address for the Jalopnik sticker or will a PO Box suffice?

Oof, just imagined it with a front license plate.

Here’s another picture of data logging.

It looks like a ND Miata with a new dental appliance and some sort of shellfish allergy.

For me it’s one of the first movies I can remember being thoroughly embarrassed by, which was an odd sensation. It was something that Street Fighter: The Movie taught me.

A couple of years ago I watched part of Matthew Barney’s latest being filmed, which featured Horus and Set fighting ‘round a automotive centerpiece, except it wasn’t a Lexus.

Rolls-Royce Phantom Yoga Flame for India? Or is that a stretch?

If this design was any more cautious or conservative, it’d be a horse.

...DE ICE AGE!!!

Turns out my mom has no idea who Stef Schrader is.

Should I call and wake up my parents or can the rejoicing wait?

You should definitely try listing it in your local major metropolitan newspaper’s “classifieds” section. I slipped the gal behind the counter a fiver and she put my ad right next to the half-page Montgomery Wards spread with the brassieres. My goods sold toot sweet.

What size is it? My cat looks pretty cold.

Let’s delve into the depths of Surge and Moonpie-fueled childhood obesity, the years spent with my first love and prom date, the Nintendo 64.