You know what they say about Ferndale...

I second that. My worn out samba's are my favorite driving shoes.

You think I want some stupid RS4? HELL NO. I'm going back to the Avalon article to get my fap on!

Good riddance you freeloading bastard...

I'll never forgive Kobe for modifying a Murcielago with an automatic transmission so his stupid wife could drive a stupid auto lambo.

I was born in royal oak.

The article mentions he is a bar owner (and a tea party person).

Opulence. I don'ts want it.

April Fools.

I'll believe the ute is coming to our shores when I see it. Based on what I've heard from my buds at GM, that ain't happening.

Holy shit, cheesy russian house music! If there was a guy chugging smirnoff, this would reinforce every single russian stereotype ever.

That's not an F1 racing driver...

I picture you wearing aviator goggles and a ridiculous sweater, a la James May in the Ariel Atom.

High explosive.

I am so incredibly envious and in awe of their infrastructure capabilities. Ray can back me up, or some other jalops from around metro detroit; our roads are the shittiest shit ever shitted. There are still stretchs on Orchard Lake (after they repaved a stretch) that look like 81 mm mortars hit it.

Engine swap?

If you turn right on that first street in the picture and walk all the way to Grand River, you'll see some bushes I barfed in last summer.

I hate reading car reviews. Mostly because fuck you, guys with jobs I wish I had.