Head across the aisle to check out the Chevy Performance display.

This is paying tribute.

I think the underlying question is:

It is these days.

Yeah, fuck that.

Probably the part where it comes in with “private profits, public losses.”

In their test kitchen. With the rest of the appliances.

See, that was knocked me off the fence. I don’t have time to waste in an ICU, and there absolutely are still dumbfucks running amok. Get the booster and you can worry a little less about ’em.

I had this exact same car in Cheap Bordello Red. It was a gutless wonder but perhaps the best smoke machine I’ve ever had.

You’re not one of those Killer B guys, are you?

Why can’t GM, Ford and Chrysler build bare-bones cars like this for hundreds, or thousands, of grassroots enthusiasts to enjoy and compete with instead of $100,000 pseudo-”Super Stockers” for a handful of hardcore drag racers and the Garage Mahal collectors set?

Exactly. It’s why people bitch about maintaining their Benzes and Bimmers and not their Toyotas or Hyundais. Or just turn in their lease.

Nah. Lots of cars — and drivers — made it through the 1960s and ’70s with rototiller finger-strength power steering and utterly dead road feel.

Like I said when this was first announced. This isn’t a vehicle you cross-shop with buying a Tesla. This is what you buy with the expressed intentions of menacing people with Teslas.

I wouldn’t necessarily call this good.

No harm, no foul.

There’s as much a window for this “teen” to be a legal adult over 18 as there is for him to be under that age.

Way off. It’s the one I already own.

I got a suggestion for them: Just fix all that shit. All of it.

The powers of a fee-based economy.