Bah! Humbug!

Concur.

Concur.

Magnificent. Now, in my mind, every Avanti keychain has a bloody pacifier and every Veyron cruising a public road is driven my an abomination-bird-demon.

Life is Beautiful is a fine movie about love, romantic and familial, and also about the illusions both types of love sometimes ask us to perform in a horrible world. In the movie, of course, we’re talking Holocaust-horrible; as bad as it gets, and yet still the power of the protagonist’s love wins out because he is…

Mischief managed.

This right here is what makes Mk. I Ford GT ownership more costly and complicated than it should be. The “theatre” of floor is lava tire rotations performed by a single topless dancer might please the wealthy investor/owner, but it’s just plain unnecessary for an aluminum sportscar with a (admittedly fantastic) truck…

Muskrat fever — one of the worst cases i’ve seen. CP.

“With the grille blocked off, the air can flow over and around the Jeep’s slippery aerodynamic profile.”

I had a college roommate once who had a Cavalier. One day, he found that a previous owner had filled the blank last page of the owner’s manual with a neatly handwritten diatribe covering bumper-to-bumper grievances.

Is the words of Sir Stirling, “What does it look like when it’s normal?”

This one is a physical manifestation of Tom and Ray’s laughter: I love it, but keep it pointed well away from me.

Mechanics ‘round the world would come out of their dingy holes, join hands, and sing hosannahs never heard before.

Not bad for a Chief of Police in Arkansas, but it’s nothing compared with our Legislators:

Yes. Now to read about it.

It makes a lot more sense at that corner than I was expecting.

So true.

I went from “bah, humbug” to a full “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” when I realized the number of trucks involved.

I drove a ‘96 TLC for several years. Crossed the Loveland Pass in a blizzard once, at a crawl, memorably. It was just as good at doing very smart things as it was at doing very stupid things.

Concur.