I generally like Kias (stop laughing), but I’m not seeing anything I like on this one. Pretty ugly, yet unremarkable, all around.

I limited my car to 50 mph, minimum. Makes my commute much more exciting. 

Hyundai has a stupid name for these lights, but I won’t insult your intelligence by mentioning it here.

So, basically, the idea is to buy a lot of Jeeps if we want more, newer Jeeps.

It’s within haggling distance of a NP. Nice pipe. 

Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night can stop David Tracy from being a complete psychopath who saves rust in a bag.  

The system should just turn itself off when it hears the involuntary “Woooo!” that comes with sticking ones head out of a sunroof.

Somebody’s excited for Halloween.

You can’t spell Elongated Melon without two Elons. 

Nice. I’ll start holding my breath, right... now!

VW Electric Concept #839. I like it. I liked most of the others, too. Build one already.

Lovely. But can I just get a plug in hybrid pickup? I don’t ask for much. 

Girl, you must be tripping. 

Tragic Hamburger Car is my Wu-tang Clan name. 

Holy moly, my family went through so many Astro vans back in the day. Aunts, uncles, grandparents, everyone had an AWD Astro. They were perfect for our upper-lower-middle-class lifestyle of camping, hanging out at the lake, exploring the mountains. What’s the modern equivalent? Because that’s pretty much what I’m…

What sound does rust make? I’m trying to imagine what it sounds like at David Tracy’s house. 

That sounds like the worst buddy-cop show ever. 

This is perhaps the best treatise on the political theories of microwave pizza I have ever read. Easily top three, anyway.

That looks like the window of a deeply troubled young man. 

Then you’re a millionaire and you can do whatever you want.