So the cool Ferraris were pretty much static displays?

You’re asking a guy who once found a bottle of Grolsch that his grandfather didn’t finish in the 1970s. Yes, he drank his late Pop-Pop’s meady backwash four decades later.

I’ve never sought out cars based on fuel economy but I’ve avoided ones for lack thereof.

That would just turn into a huge burden that would figuratively and literally destroy everything I know and care about. So, thanks.

I’m considering taking a second course, I haven’t ridden regularly in a few years and I’m rusty.

Just NLA reeds that cost a fortune.

My recommendation is to buy an ancient two-stroke that hasn’t run in 20 years and spend a ton of time restoring it and getting it to run great. Then, forget to make sure your throttle cable isn’t binding on anything and eat it on your first left turn. It’s a great way to bond with your motorcycle and the ground.

Poor baby!

I’m not saying it’s beyond criticism. I appreciate a notoriously beige company taking a risk on one of their most beige models. I celebrate any and all weirdness.

I will never complain once about the new Prius. It’s bonkers that I can look in my rear view mirror and see a piece of origami following me. It’s a risky design and I like cars that are divisive, ugly or not.

I’ve only heard tales but the greatest car dealership of all time has to be the one that belonged to Heinz Warner Bade just outside Baltimore, MD of all places. He was Bruce Jenning’s Porsche (FOUR CAM!) mechanic and also worked for Graham Hill and others at Le Mans and Sebring in the 1950s and 1960s. It was first…

I’m sorry for your loss.

“I’m just not comfortable with these automobiles, what without their horse sounds and all.”

You fucking ingrates, 700mph vacuum trains and easy access to goddamned flight and you still fucking complain. Fuck off.

Well there were a lot of resistors during the Watts riots and a high frequency of impedance while conducting arrests.

Or an expression of narcissism and various shortcomings, it’s a fine line.

Is Waze slang for prison lube?

It sounds like you fuck up cars in the same way a mob boss would hand a revolver to a green henchman, gesturing towards a bloodied snitch on the floor, “Here, you finish it.” Pre-fucked up, as it were.

Congrats on the Jalopnik bump.

God bless you, kindred spirit.