With everything that we give to social media and technology companies freely through EULAs, I’m amazed that something like the microchip-vaccine nonsense even registers.

Pimp my Leprechaun needs to go. That poor Brat.

“Detroit is the only city in America to have two separate bus systems, one for the city and one for the suburbs.”

I also miss the days when we could have a Hesketh. Just... let’s have fun and drive fast and party.

I work amongst such. We aren’t any smarter than the average person. We just hung around college longer.

These are all things I have to explain to my coworkers. One of the major parts of my job is equity and inclusion, and it’s ceased to be amazing—now just tedious—to watch them go from a symposium on implicit bias to saying the same tired shit they’ve always said. We know what they think. We know how they vote.

These vans are all adorable and look like they all say “meep.”

I drove a Versa Note once. I thought it was cute and was happy to have it as a rental. I wanted to drive it into a concrete wall inside of two miles. Miserable thing.

I have one. I like it well enough—it’s been problem free and a pleasant thing, and it was inexpensive in a manual. It’s also the largest of the three cars I own.

I still use an iBook G3 for my writing. It’s far less important or interesting than what a Mars rover is doing, but the thing is absurdly solid.

Can I buy one of the old ones now? That’s the perfect truck version of my Smart. Would be a fun EV project.

More snapped it on, methinks.

Enjoy beautiful Elko on your way through.

I do somewhat know Roxane, and she’s a lovely person who is not at all to be fucked with. I’m glad she’s protecting herself.

So their new design language is luxury Civic Type R?

Proud of you, man. Letting go isn’t easy, sometimes even when the passion has already gone. You’re looking at all of this well.

I owned a Dodge Caliber. It was one of the first ones they made, in fact. It was a happy little car. We got along.

Very. And COVID messed things up with someone I just met. Because of course. Love in the Time of COVID would never win the Booker Prize, either.

My ex-wife went with an Argentinian man who I hope cherishes her roots and loves her the way she deserves.

How am I? I want to go and see my girlfriend. We met right as this was starting.