And who, exactly, is this for?

I suspect the slowpoke in the left lane just might’ve been over there as a courtesy to the car merging on from the right, which is solid friendly driving. Do not tailgate.

I tried to sell my wife on the virtues of this car no more than two weeks ago. She was not having it. Sigh...

This is brilliant, and way over the heads of all these dipshits who make up the modern commentariat. Remember starred commenters? Remember how nice that was? Sigh...

I’m sure someone else has already covered it, but the answer is always Singer.

Levi’s Gremlin, obviously.

It’s a super-wide, perpendicular handicapped spot. Probably designed for big vans. Weird, I know, but at least the driver has a tag for it.

I saw this Aston Martin V8 back in 2012, parked outside a greater Pittsburgh Sam’s Club.

Charger tail lights.

Will it baby?! TELL ME IT WILL BABY.

Chrysler ME Four-Twelve is the correct answer and has already been submitted. So I’ll say the Dodge Razor. Would’ve been fun.

That steering wheel cover makes me want to puke.

The want is strong.

When our supremely fucked-up football culture looks at itself in the mirror, Watt is what it sees: a big humorless white dolt who presents himself as his own private branch of the U.S. military, who supposedly eats, sleeps, and breathes FOOTBAW and goes off into the forest every offseason to train for the sport like a…

Adept Corvette Ruiner

It’s always the same. I see a gleaming custom hot rod. I admire the classic lines, the tons of chrome, the stance, the spotless engine bay. Then I peek in the window, and see some velour seats out of a 1980s shamebox. And then I take a dump in my hand.

Remember starred commenters? Ah, good times.

Ivan Stewart’s off roaders.

This fit and finish does not say $27,000.

Jay Kay. His taste is bonkers.