I definitely would not mind paying more for synthetic fuel. As a Civic/Miata driver, the price point would have to go north of $5/gallon to be an issue, and I’d say the same is probably true of less efficient vehicles driven by higher income owners. The shit-outta-luck group would be the lower income people who still…

Oh damn, Texas actually lost power? And here I thought they were just holding an extended-length candlelight vigil for Rush Limbaugh.

“Dash-mounted chassis number plate” indicates to me that this will be a limited edition. Which means ridiculous dealer markups. Which means we’re all screwed.

As a longtime member of Fraternal Order of Working Class Wypipo, I can’t count on 100 hands how many guys I know who look just like this:

“Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa, Thunder Road

Hell yeah. Came here for this.

“As for why the officer was apparently drunk . . .”

The “moneyed elite”, as Robin Leach used to call them, seem to think that bearing a large price tag makes their possessions immune to tackiness. This is evident when looking at some of their luxury cars, their yacht interiors, and ESPECIALLY their super cars:

I love, love, love car shredding videos. There needs to be more of them. Many more. Mostly featuring SUVs getting their just reward but I’ll take any kind of car getting shredded. Except, you know, cool cars.

You can all question the car’s value at 16 grand all you want. But the value of many things are rooted in how much somebody likes them over how useful they actually are. Diamonds are pretty rocks that aren’t worth shit beyond their ability to cut when attached to a saw blade. Gold is a pretty metal that isn’t worth…

True, I should elaborate. The Journey being brand new, I would wring an easy 8 years/100k out of it before basically dumping it. And the Civic already has 118k on it and I’m starting to think about preservation since 8th gen Si in good condition (like mine) are getting scarce.

I know we touched on this particular turdbox fairly recently, but damn if I’m not tempted to buy a full warranty, brand new surfboard carrier whose use will also prolong the life of my precious 8th gen Civic Si:

Ugh . . . Asian drivers! Amirite?

Cool truck, but whoa . . .

Oh, daaaaaamn. I couldn’t see it in front of my own face. My own . . . leather . . . face.

This is good news, because aside from its ability to resist spills, leather kind of sucks. And whoever it was in Hiroshima who thought it was a good idea to put black leather in my (or any) Miata, kiss my Yankee ass. That shit gets HOT.

I never had much enthusiasm for the Used Car dealership until I was just about to move on from GT5 and posted my collection on GTPlanet to see if anyone wanted a freebie from me. And damn if I didn’t have a really good time giving away my cars to people who were genuinely appreciative that I had a particular car they…

This isn’t unexpected, unfortunately. A walk through the parking lot at my local cruise night shows the domestic hot rod/muscle scene largely populated by complacent white hairs. If they’re not in any hurry to replace their raised-white-letter Remington XT-120 radials (with the 1997 date stamp), they surely don’t…

“Murica! Murica! Murica! Obummer’s a Communist! No socialism! Murica! Uhh . . . what? Trump was a decades-long pawn of Communist Russia, the Soviet Socialist Republic? Who cares?! He’s not even President any more! Let it go!”

Remember when White Trash Supremacists we’re just those goofy dumb guys that smashed Geraldo Rivera in the face with a chair? Now they seem so empowered and emboldened. It’s like they’ve been given a major morale boost and recruitment power. What happened?? Oh wait . . .