Pretty sure “Fiat Entrance” is a euphemism for an unsavory Italian sex act.

She just wants to be beautiful
She goes undriven, she knows no limits,
She craves an oil change, she praises an image,
She prays to be wrenched on by the Jaloper
Oh she don’t have clearcoat that’s shining
Deeper than Bondo can bind it
Maybe we have made her blind
So she tries to cover up her pain, and cut her rust away
…

It’s nice for you that you found your happy car place. It’s also nice for Bob that he found his. They don’t have to be the same place.

Or maybe he’s just a harmless, sweet old Grandpa with a fast car and a corny sense of humor.

Not jealous at all. I could well afford to drive a Corvette, but my main ride is slow, Swedish, and built during the first Bush administration. Thing is, when it comes to driving, I’m secure enough that I don’t need to denigrate the choices that others make in order to validate my own. Just one man’s opinion, but…

So much this. “I, savoring my brown ales and smoked pork butt while stroking my Schillerstövare, am so superior to the benighted pleb who eats regular food and enjoys driving a Corvette after a lifetime of hard work.”

Six of us, college students in our late teens, working at the campus bookstore. We were a tight-knit group headed up by our beloved department leader, Dan (an old (to us), married guy). The assistant store manager (some really old shithead) hated us all, and was jealous of Dan’s personality and leadership abilities.…

Dodge DemOnan - for ultimate automotive “alone time”.

I nominate “Wilsgaard” for the performance division, in honor of the late Jan Wilsgaard. He was the man who essentially created the image of Volvo, responsible for everything from the Amazon to the 850. And (of course) he died in 2016.

Same here. When I buy one, I will name it “Chester”.

Fucker named “Janoris” should never talk shit to anyone.

You can only “kill” celebrities so many times before it just becomes bland.

Bad enough that they have Assange locked up in some banana republic embassy, now they have to fuck with his ride.

Counterpoint: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. We just saw a season of what happens when you try to make Top Gear “new” and “fresh”. It sucked.

Although an oblate spheroid is not the same as a perfect sphere, it is round.

Reminds me of this classic ad:

Expecting professional writing from Ballaban is about as useful as expecting the president-elect’s finger to reach that last olive in the jar.

The remains of her dignity.

Gawker is dead and a Trump presidency is alive. Fuck YEAH!

Every one of them would thank you if they could find the box you’re living in.