Well Jason, thanks for choosing my entertainment for the evening. As we speak, I am presently on a course to explore this new wormhole....

These wheels are legit Subaru. The same guy who didn’t torque those bolts right on his shift and caused a recall of almost 400 new cars used to work in the wheel design department before they demoted him to the line because even though he was connected and didn’t get keel hauled,   he was still a perennial fuckup.

Footage of a fearless fucking Ford fancier flinging a ferocious feral feline, fraught with feelings of failure.

He’s lucky that wasn’t Cujo.  It definitely would have ended differently.

I had a T-Bird Super Coupe, maybe 1990? Center of the rear seat had a section that would fold down like an armrest that allowed access to the trunk. You could carry lengthy things by using it. Also, on a trip I put the cat litter box in the trunk and the cat would go back there to use it. The smell thankfully stayed…

A change of subject, Foghat. FOGHAT is available as a personized plate if you are so inclined and live in Texas. Ninety bucks a year.

That’s a very good example of, “He ran out of talent.”

This would probably be a good scooter for the bike schools to buy.

Situational awareness? Seriously? Were you there? I’ve been riding since I was 14. I’m 71 now. Needless to say, I am VERY experienced. I probably would not have handled it any differently than he did. You ever driven a Vulcan? Didn’t think so. It ain’t a goddam dirtbike. You need to STFU. Squid.

I’ve rarely ever been able to articulate even that much.  Writer’s block or constipation, maybe.

I named my pet toad Hodaka Road.

Yeah, it’s a real circle jerk.

A worthy and accurate barometer against which all future cars will be judged.  David Tracy grade, indeed.

I drive a 2016 Silverado long bed 4WD and I usually back in because of the camera. With its help, I can put my rear bumper a couple of inches from the car behind me, none of it sticking out into the aisles. The front? After six years of driving this beast, I only have a vague idea on where the front bumper is on this…

That Jeep was a tough little fucker.  RIP.

Uh, I grieve for the children, period.

I don’t even think David Tracy would be interested in this thing.

Looks like my old T-Bird Super Coupe.

My father bought my mother one for Christmas ‘55, red over white four door hardtop Century.  It had that ribbon speedometer.  We all thought it was a spaceship.

I am married to an Asian woman. This is completely understandable. We could all learn a thing or two about respecting our parents from them.