Totally gutted for him.

Add power and lightness. Stefan Bellof’s qualifying drive in a Porsche 956 is thirty seconds faster than this McLaren and the record is over thirty years old.

I know I’m late in the game, but as a person who’s done exactly the same (well, never to a Toyota truck) many times, this is an excellent write-up on how to enter used-car ownership. (Especially one that’s several decades old.)

I used to see Alonso as the “villain” when he was in a competitive Ferrari but I’ve since become a huge fan. He’s clearly the most talented, well-rounded driver on the grid, even if he’s not the quickest. Unbelievable adaptability.

I am too terrified to watch. Can I handle the truth?

Flew BWI>SEA then drove 3500 miles back in a $1750 1972 Saab 96. Currently writing/illustrating a graphic novel of sorts about my journey from Seattle to Baltimore.

I don’t buy dumb shit. *kisses huge saab belt buckle*

It’s been rumored that Nolan destroyed a real Bf-109 during filming...on purpose.

I envy thee.

2006's Ultraviolet with Milla Jovovich. 9% Rotten Tomatoes, 4.4 IMDb.

A favorite pastime of my brother and I is to scour Brazilian auto sites for hysterical weirdness and just endlessly copy/paste links to one another and laugh ourselves to death. It’s his goal in life to import a Gurgel XEF.

I celebrate Star Wars Day on May 3rd as Lucas originally intended.

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Don’t scoff at the price, the cost is offset by Dee Snider subletting the back seat.

Oh boy, that’s a pretty good example of the illustrious local accent. I’ve driven past this station many times.

Yup, and when your engine sounds like it is about to explode and must be pushing the car well beyond the speed limit and you’re soaked in sweat, you’ll have the benefit of actually being 5 mph under the speed limit.

I desperately need a spare tire with a SPARESPARESPARESPARESPARESPARE tread pattern.

50hp is plenty, you just have to drive like it’s the last stage of a rally and you’re two seconds behind Walter Röhrl. All the time.

Self-adjusting! Pish-posh!

‘67 Saab 96. (Two stroke.) Five years older than my ‘72 daily driver, a V4. Very different driving experiences.