I almost bought a Sport hatch and would have easily taken it over the Si. The hatch offers a massive upgrade in cargo carrying and is fast and fun enough that you’d have to flog the bejesus out of it to feel like you were missing the Si’s extra performance. It was a no brainer for a budget minded shopper who likes to…

Kia dealers are probably pulling the same stunt to get Tellurides. And Kia dealers actually get to sell cars, unlike Ford stores which only have Mustangs and trucks. 

When I sold Fords back in the mid 90s we would use bogus names all the time. Or a dealer employee name.

Step 1: insult subject game and the “kids” who enjoy it.

Oh yeah, the MB Vision trick was a 20 million dollar windfall. I loved it at the time but wouldn’t do it again. It was really a BS shortcut to those of us take pride in grinding.

“Trafficked”? How about “custody battle”, or “kidnapped”, or yes, even trafficked? Police have to assume that any of these scenarios might be in play if they have no information to go on. If that seems outrageous or silly to you, maybe you live in Singapore where that shit doesn’t happen so often. I live in America,…

What if this guy was a pedo and had your kids in the car instead of his own at 1 a.m.? The officer had no way of knowing whose kids they were. You can’t just let him go.

I’m sorry that the boy died but there is no way they should have just “let him go”. Not with two young children in the car who, as far as the officer knew, may not even been the perp’s kids. This tragedy happened because some asshole decided to knowingly put his own children in an extremely dangerous situation, which…

Having owned, and loved, a Mk. 7 GTI (2015) I can tell you that it’s a REALLY close call. The real world price difference of about $2,000-3,000 after rebates and want for a trunk instead of a hatch would tilt it toward the GLI for me. But the temptation is strong for a leftover Mk. 7, which are all but gone, over the…

Whatever the local etiquette is for parking in NYC, it surely doesn’t help matters that over the last 10 years, countless parking spots have been wasted on these ugly, two-wheeled tourist suicide enablers:

POWDERED TOAST MAAAAAAAANNN . . . 

Remember when stupid racist assholes just kept their mouths shut and keep their awful opinions inside their heads? And now they’re emboldened to rant their bullshit in public like it’s no big deal. It’s like something encouraged them to come out of the Bigot Closet. I wonder what it was? Hmmm . . .

Call it a “Limited Edition” and every hedge fund jerkoff and Middle Eastern royal brat will almost come to blows over who gets to add it to their collection.

Hey Jimbo, money rules the roost, even in BoP classes. Maybe if your dad left you a more lucrative company, you’d be able to compete more closely with billion dollar giants like Toyota. And if the karma of a ridiculous company name could slow you down, “Scuderia Cameron Glickenhaus” is costing you at least 8 seconds…

Does anybody else harbor the fantasy that red state Liberals of all races would someday move out of the Bible Belt and form their own state, thus collapsing the economies of GOP Country as those states lose 20-40% of their most lucrative property owners, bank customers, and professional workers? I know it’s…

No, no, no on the Mercury Marauder. I’m sorry, I know it seems totally bitchin’ but it sucks. From the day it rolled out of the factory it was an overweight, gussied up grandpa’s car, with an inflated sticker price that begged you to just buy a faster (and arguably cooler) Accord V6 manual instead. The lukewarm…

Don’t talk him out of it.

Shame that we couldn’t get a race. Regarding the points for qualifying rather than racing, going balls out yesterday is just as deserving of points as racing in the dry any other day. I’m very happy for George, Ricciardo, and Latifi.

8th gen Civic Si. Decently quick, perfect shifter, 8,000 rpm, neutral to the very ragged edge in the corners, and will go 300,000 miles without breaking a sweat. But it’s not a turbocharged “numbers car” so it gets little love.

Call me old fashioned, but what happened to good ol’ internet fads like the Cinnamon Challenge?