Hmmm, that little ding on the right rear coincides with the time Ettore backed it into a fire hydrant.

Hey Eco!

In a bit of a twist on the “shooting brake” everything, maybe today we can have “hearse everything” event:

Ear wax

Love it!

I do love me a Volkswagen Golf, but:

All I see is the bags and bags of cocaine. If we don’t study history we’re bound to repeat its mistakes.

76 Camaro. Straight-6, automatic. By 1981 it was already a rattlebox, and not nearly as clean as this picture. You had to lift up on the door to close it.

I’d never trust my Tesla to ballet parking.

Putnam County Driving Park, Carmel NY:

In 1980 I learned how to drive on a white 4-speed ‘74 Pinto Wagon, aka “the Shelby Pinto.” Loved that car. It even starred in a bad home movie, dutifully sliding (on a gravel road), and handling e-brake turns. It withstood a rear-end collision with a much larger American car, and continued serving our transportation…

I know the hands are not so great, but a real graphic-iste can fix it up.