I find myself reading this and thinking of Junior Seau and Jim McMahon and CTE, and wondering if they apply this technology to sports helmets.

Because we are on a collision course with a Philip K. Dick, “Red Barchetta" future where your classic car will be illegal to operate. If you'll want to drive it on the roads, you'll either need an electric conversion, or resolve yourself to flee from "gleaming alloy air cars" while committing your "weekly crime."

Love Eddie Izzard.

Megargle? Like, the bad guy in “The Smurfs”?

You can call Rand a nut and “Atlas Shrugged” an awful novel, and I’ll agree, but still, this called shot from 1957 though:

You can certainly flip one town at a time. A few thousand fully evolved humans could overtake Prichard and Chickasaw easily. But I'll warn you - Chickasaw has great bones, but Prichard is a complete teardown. A teardown with a deep water port, though. 

One of these with a hot 4.0 HO would be all the fun.

You say that as though “original floors, fenders, quarters, and trunk floor” don’t count on a car like this. It is certainly more original than the ones like it that have surely returns to the elements by now.

If there’s not already a Wendell Scott documentary, there should be.

I saw my first one of these while traveling through the Sierras with my wife. We have both lusted hard for one ever since.

Not European football, that’s for sure.

Then the Washington Post and the Chicago Tribune have recently screwed it up. The word is “jibe” in this context. Always has been. 

Am I the only one who thought “Candyman” was dumb as fuck? I got dragged to see it in the theater when it came out. Bees? Really? And then there’s the annoying Philip Glass score - it sounded like me and my musician buddies screwing around on a keyboard at the music store. I couldn’t wait for it to end. It gets…

The ProBastard is ass. This one will be electric ass. Hard no.

Ha. In my nearly 50 years, I’ve never seen a decommissioned postal Jeep that wasn’t some sort of restomod. There’s one parked outside a pizza joint near me wrapped in the place’s logo. We would make it our own, no doubt about it.

Ugh, you bastard. I’ve wanted a Firebird for 44 years now. Still don’t have one. Adulting sucks.

What I wanted: literally any Firebird between 1970-81 - see avatar pic.

You beautiful bastard, have a jealousy star.

My wife is not the motorhead I am by far, but she does appreciate a cool ride. After seeing her roll her eyes at my taste for years, I thought of a devious way around her resistance to me getting a beater project: I asked her if there was any old rig that she always dreamed of having. I was startled when she blurted…

Solid fantasy choice. Agonizingly practical eventual ride.