I thought the Cordoba was just about the ugliest cars ever.

HA HA!

Damned excellent, Swine. Gyot-danged excellent.

A magazine devoted to Trabant/Lada/Dacia maintenance? With bitchin' supercars on the cover to disguise the true nature of the magazine?

Please stand by.

And thank you, all you Commentariat jackasses, for being jackasses and not assholes.

Everybody points it out while I'm busy fixin' it.

"We know you all read [Autoblog]."

/coffee. everywhere.

Craziest brawl I can remember, started with Wallace and Artest.

Meanwhile, across the street, Ron Artest sits in a blacked-out Dodge Challenger, snickering.

I swear, if that were in front of me right now, I'd eat it raw.

I'll take mine ribeye, thank you.

Spinelli? You listening?

You said it. Not me.

"bacon-flavored tampons"

My first car that I didn't have to share with anyone was a 1969 Wagoneer, the 5th my family had owned (along with three 60s and 70s Jeep trucks). Those things would go absolutely anywhere, which is why my desert-exploring parent kept buying them.

I counted seven.

Why's that dude riding his bike backwards?

Heart-click for that'n. Also, you need to post more often. That was good enough a lot of us thought you were serious.