I could give a damn about F&F. I just clicked on it to see this.

1970 was a great year for cars. As long as you like the faint whiff of burning motor oil and the knowledge that getting T-boned by a new Yaris could kill you. But yeah, I’ll take it.

Everything’s a “Liberal Hoax” until even the coldest Bud Light isn’t dropping your temperature and it’s not the unfiltered Marlboro that’s making you cough. But “science isn’t always right”, huh?

Meh . . . 14 and first offense, so nothing, really.

As one who has, in his youth, thrown eggs at cars to the extent that I was arrested for it, I can vouch for it being fun af. It really is. Please let me know when Waymo announces plans to test in New Hampshire.

I’m going to bend the rules just a tiny bit because “Roadrunner” by The Modern Lovers isn’t technically about the Plymouth Road Runner but it easily could be. It’s an early 1970’s rock song about being in love with driving late at night to nowhere in particular in the modern suburbs of Massachusetts. It’s the cure for…

Oof, I can’t see an Ion without remembering Car and Driver’s original road test in which Frank Markus absolutely savaged the poor thing. They just tore it apart in the kind of journalistic hit piece that probably resulted from years of pent-up frustration at having to write semi-nice things about shitty cars. It was…

NEWS FLASH: Trump supporting moron did something incredibly racist and stupid, talked/posted about it, and then lost their livelihood.

In 2006 I lived in a condo complex that had a “no pickup trucks” rule. The parking lot was not small so it wasn’t a size issue, they just didn’t want semi-rural types living there, I guess. Of course I was unaware of this rule until I bought a 1969 Ford F100 with a 390 and Flowmasters. It sounded like John Force’s…

“ . . . my feelings are an inevitable consequence of Pagani’s glacial release cycle.”

The obvious cause of this was both drivers being told at some point by their union rep:

New Versa FTW. I drove a new 2021 Versa and it was shockingly good.

The record industry has for over 100 years been the most blatant cesspool of thievery in the professional world. Every single artist has a horror story or ten to tell. You can blow off the artist’s complaints as coming from spoiled celebrities but if you knew all of the injustices you wouldn’t even believe such…

Whether it’s been to further their agenda or not, small minded hick morons have always been drawn to the military (steady paycheck) and asshole bullies have always been drawn to law enforcement (billy clubs and guns and beat downs).

Sure, he may have grabbed that woman, but hey, when you’re famous you can do those things. He didn’t even have to ask.

This is a disgrace! It disgusts me that our very own homegrown Formula One team would employ this individual and his home nation who clearly do not embrace our great American Values! 

That’s perfect. I can already hear it from Anderson Cooper’s lips.

It’s like Florida’s “Stand Your Ground” bullshit, but with a car. What would we even call that? “Sit Your Ground”? “Shift Your Ground”? If I’m in my Miata and want to cream some Stop The Steal yokels outside the town hall, “Heel and Toe Your Ground”? This needs a name.

Tail of the Dragon/Cherohala/Blue Ridge, god willing.

Ahh yes, J. Edgar Hoover. The man who used FBI assets to spy on politicians and public figures and upon finding out they were closeted homosexuals, would threaten to publicly out them unless they allied themselves with his priorities. And then he would go home and share his bed with a dude named Clyde.