Please send this to all the io9 writers.

What’s Cherokee Nation’s problem with this? They obviously do not own the trademark to the word, and Jeep certainly isn’t using the name in a disparaging way. It seems to me that if they feel they should own exclusive right to usage of the name, they need to sue for it. There are 15 cities in America named Cherokee…

I got it, and it was really good. I’m not a regular Culver’s customer so their burgers are always a treat.

The right tail light should measure the total load weight of the truck bed.

Honey mustard.

Dear Jalopnik,

The local paper interviewed the bar owner and he said the people behind Mick in the photos had box seats for the concert the next night.

I bet they taste a lot better if you fry them in lard.

Just don’t accidentally bump the 16k module while retyping 2000+ lines of basic code out of the back of a magazine to play SupermonZXer.

Where there’s a will(ie), there’s a way...

Anton Yelchin died in vain, I guess. They should have learned their lesson from his death.

David, off-topic - what was the name of the amazing jeep junkyard in NC you visited?

No idea, but it’ll be several months and that car will be impounded the whole time while we wait to find out. I doubt you could get entrapment to stick since there’s video showing that Vette driving at insane speeds long before it encounters the Charger.

Frame rate on the PDR is low. If that had been a GoPro, you’d have been able to tell.

Not only does this idiot not know about the PDR, he also tries to race a nondescript black Charger on the highway. Sheesh.

For a car, there are two sets of these forces: the rolling friction resistance of the tires and the air resistance pushing back on the car. With a landspeeder, you eliminate one of those sets.

Nobody said the vehicle was frictionless or didn’t still have inertia. From a dynamics standpoint, this sci-fi trope acts exactly like an invisible set of legs.

Torch, you failed to think this through, at least with regard to the landspeeder and repulsorlifts.

Ban all metaphors. They’re doubleplusungood. Everyone must be literal all the time or go to prison.

My 1989 Cutlass was the undisputed road trip car of choice when I was in college. It was simply the most comfortable car in existence. Plush velour seats with cushy springs and a levitating suspension and ample space in every direction so you didn’t have to touch anyone even when carrying 6 people.