Good move on Groupon’s part. I might buy just about anything Tiffany pitched.

Fishy McFishface.

Yes, must. I had just graduated high school when (Don’t Fear) The Reaper was released. I hated it then, and and still do. But the SNL skit was so funny, that if I hear the song now, I can’t help but smile and laugh to myself.

...everybody needs a wagon. Some just don’t know it yet.

Same here. Annual snowfall where I live averages just four inches, so AWD hasn’t been high on my list of priorities. I’d rather have the better fuel efficiency. Of course, I don’t really need the wagon either, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting it, so I guess my choice wouldn’t quite be a rational one, either.

You’re not alone. I’m that guy, too.

Good! I’m glad somebody’s doing it. Seems Voodoo is more in style with some folk, these days.

Damn. But i guess you make sense. Science, and all.

What would you judge to be the proper noodle consumption threshold? I am not a journalist, automotive or otherwise, but I consider myself to be an at least halfway decent human being. I consume a fair quantity of noodles myself, so I need to know if I’m doing something wrong.

Or a Renault.

It may or may not be true love, but I’m definitely feeling something.

“If you’re feeling really fancy, you can have a vertical radio.”

That little Skoda and its weird proportions should look wrong. The front is high, short, and boxy. The rear is long and kinda funny. The wheel arches are small. But altogether it looks so cool.

I loves me some boxy Volvos, but not the Bertone coupe. They took off the best attribute of that era Volvo—the thin pillars and tall greenhouse—and substituted a roof that looks like it could have been sawed off a 1970s Lincoln. Only thing missing is an opera window. Cool provenance, but an ugly car.

I’m tat age, and many of my contemporaries can’t drive a manual. Automatics have been displacing manuals for decades.

I’m 60 and my experience has been similar.

Water skiing, yes.

I want that Urban EV, but only if it has the bench seat and flat floor like the concept, and the pointless-but-cool battery indicator on the outside.

Gee, thanks a lot. Now that’s all I can see.

I remember coffee for a quarter, but snow has never been my idea of fun. Gimme shorts and flip flops weather.