My father had a ‘66 Gran Prix, blue w/black vinyl top, black interior, finned brake drums.  Beautiful car.

The Autorama?  You live in Houston and didn’t know about the Autorama every year Thanksgiving?  This year was the 60th anniversary, so it’s been around awhile.

That thing looks like it was made out of cardstock.

Man, ever since Boyd’s sheet metal guy died, bodywork’s really gone down the shitter. Gene Winfield’s still around, Elon. I just saw him last week at the Houston Autorama. Why don’t you give him a call?  Jeez.

I wonder if the makeup company could cut down on whatever ingredient it is that they’re adding into this shit that makes him such a fucking asshole.

The shit magnet surfaces again.

Jezebel’s down the hall, crybaby.

Would that victory be called pyrrhic, or diarrheaic?  Man, my spellcheck didn’t like either one of those.

Because all the brodozers already have a dildo behind the wheel.

Well, that’s gonna redefine the whole meaning of “chasing pussy”, and “doggy style”.

I’m getting tired of that retro analog clock thing, too.  But this thing is just crying for suicide doors.  That would be over the top.

I live in Houston, where we have never had zoning. As a result, there seems to be quite a few old gas/service stations in residential neighborhoods. What I’ve been seeing lately whenever “regentrification” comes into some of the old prewar neighborhoods is some entrepreneurs remodeling one of these old stations into a…

I miss the early days of Jalopnik, when Murilee Martin would take us along on some of his visits to Pick-A-Part. Man, that dude could go off on a tangent.

I did this once in my old 4WD Tahoe and turned the damn thing over in the parking lot for chissakes. Wasn’t going maybe 20 MPH, everybody asking me “How the fuck you turn over a Tahoe in a parking lot at only 20 MPH?”

I think that was really shitty on Russia’s part.

Man, Chihuahuas!  I never have trusted those sneaky little bastards. Dachshunds either.

Well, I’ve heard of the term “blowing sunshine up your ass”, but I never thought this was what it meant.

Trump’s wall.

Yeah, hang on to you ICE vehicle at least until the hopeful impeachment or the next election just in case Trump finally pisses of the wrong world leader and the following EMP shuts down the grid.

Well, being a Houston native myself, something something A.J. Foyt.