They can sue me if they want. Right now, I'm Senna.

I still want to sit in it, and make revving engine noises with my mouth.

My 5-year-old daughter walked into the room the first time I watched it. Came in right when Jeremy drives up and his truck's on fire. I was laughing so hard I was crying, wheezing, probably getting close to asphyxiation. She almost called 911—had the phone in her chubby little hand and was getting pretty scared.

/coffee out nose

I've got to watch that episode again. One of the best. Ever.

"A turbo: exhaust gasses go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster."

"Koenigsegg are saying that the CCX is more comfortable. More comfortable than what… being stabbed?"

"Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary… that’s what gets you."

"When they debate as to what the sound of the SLR engine was akin to, the British engineers from McLaren said it sounded like a Spitfire. But the German engineers from Mercedes said ‘Nein! Nein! Sounds like a Messerschmitt!’ They were both wrong. It sounds like the God of Thunder, gargling with nails."

Happy days for a future Ferrari FF owner

Dang. It's not bad, but. . . it's kinda boring, you know? After all the hype, for it to be boring kinda sucks. It's probably going to be a great car but this is another example of stupid marketing. If you hype a car as much as this, the final product can't be a let-down.

Ooh. Just found evidence that he spent time in Dipshitdorf.

One of many that got away was a Quattro hatch (normal wheelbase, of course) with a blown motor for $1500. I hesitated and lost. Had I nabbed that one I'd still be driving it today.

Bizzarrini, now. . .

Sbarro's work seems to vacillate between Bizarreburg and Vulgartown. But I guess all those rich Vulgartown bastards sorta pay for his Bizarreburg trips. The concept at left can be found on display on Freakingrad Lane.

I'm confused—is he hunting with falcons? Or is he actually hunting falcons?

Smiled at that.

Suddenly got me a hankerin' for ghost chips. . . .

Perhaps you should give him your DeLorean shoes as a prize.

This post has revived my 80s Audi jones, and while I know it's not the same, it's as close as I'll ever get, and I love it anyway.