Shut up and take my money for a Schivare Freccetta.

That’s awesome. Let’s do the opposite and translate american car names to Italian.

Today I learned Ferrari means Blacksmith. Now it all make sense... the blacksmith sets things on fireee to make it better.

It’s funny, because medieval blacksmiths would sometimes use the urine of readhead boys in the tempering process, believing it had special properties.

Bangers and Mash

I died at Blacksmith TheBlacksmith Open

So is there an ego protection plan offered by FCA for those who buy these and still get mopped by a Tesla with two baby seats in the back?

You started it, Tom. Beastie Boys....TRIGGERED.

Ahh yes, I have a lifelong love for these.

But it’s technically possible, at least in terms of simple mechanical output, to run your car’s fuel system with hearts. All thanks to the power of love and/or the mechanical fluid-pumping ability of a mammalian heart!

We used to play Chinese Fire Drills when I was in high school. I had an ‘84 944, my buddy had a ‘94 Accord EX-R Coupe, and another buddy had an ‘89 Cutlass Supreme Sedan. We’d stop at at red light, everyone would get out of the cars, and jump into a different car. Sometimes you wound up driving someone else’s car. One…

Township Road 210...known informally as “river road”... was barely out of the way on my drive between school and home. Back in the 1990s, the crossing consisted of slabs of concrete placed along the river bottom, and as far as I know it still does today.