This is excellent work. I’d enjoy one of a 1971 Datsun pickup.

Aye Aye!

Did you spend a day rear-steering around washboard gravel roads like a rally god? Entertaining lies are acceptable answers.

I still remember the day 11 years ago when my dad and I polished my black Ford, his black Subaru, and mom’s black Ford; then lined them up in front of the house for photos.

Ford Focus RS! Wait, that’s German.

Highly featured, and yet the sun is always on the wrong side.

So, if you could thrash a Lambo, but you have to review two dozen Sunfires first, would you do it?

I’ve long preferred to think of it as Big Toe - Little Toe. That, and I match my shoe width to the car’s pedals.

Here in the ‘Merica, joyrides exceed 63 MPH.

Subaru, I love you but I’ve chosen RS.

...and order is restored to my universe. I can’t wait for the next FLM vs Corvette Racing showdown.

A Mustang, with an audience. Defenseless audience...

This’ll do:

It’s the CUV that Porsche should have built: a Cayman with a flat-8 and a frunk long enough for a pair of skis.

A 1964 Mercury Montclair Marauder is undeniably cool. But, I’d rather have an Edsel, the 1958 Edsel Roundup please.

My 1985 Corolla was fun, rear wheel drive, light, and only slightly murderous. The problem is that 1985 was a long time ago.

I’d listen to a song about an Edsel. Are the Two Dollar Pistols busy today?

I remember dozens of afternoons with my dad and my brother and dad’s traditional hot rod building friends. Those guys and their cars were special.

Wait, are you saying that the Mitsubishi shop should not have charged $600 to rotate my bumber fluid?

I’ll be keeping my 2006 Forester XT long after daily driver status has passed to an alarmingly similar replacement. It’s as much friend as car by now.