Dodge 440 Super Commando has to be up there.

Yes, like Kiki Raikkonen lapping up the fermented refuse of the sea floor. Mmmmmm. Fin me plenty.

Concur. I’ve watched everyday Americans trying to decide -on live TV - between burning to death and jumping out of the second tallest building in the world once. And once was enough.

About time the oligarch’s nephew/gentleman mercenary segment got a fresh choice.

Or they cover both pedals and just keep pushing harder.

Polecat fever. I’ve got one of the worst cases i’ve seen. Lordy, I love their huge, blue station rockets, and I’ve no doubt a sportscar that’s either free from, or just loaded with, Volvo trappings would be exquisite.

Failure to follow instructions during the SFST and running around like an asshole in front of the cops will get you there just about every time.

Well, that settles the question of what Jesus would have driven.

Can confirm hydration.

Witness!!

My windshield wipers are dull so I melted my car inside a glacier.

Mr. Westbrook, I have a serious message that I hope you read, here, in the comments; Journalist to journalist:

I wonder what it was like when it was normal? CP

Write your state’s congressional delegation. Propose a Constitutional Amendment.

Concur in part.

It’s amazing that it can cool itself.

Why do I still like the old one better?

Watching this as a kid, I was so jealous that Herbie’s girlfriend was a Lancia Scorpion in Gulf colors.

This all checks out. Can confirm.

Concur. It’s only a set of un-silly wheels and maybe (whisper it) a de-tune for health and sanity’s sake away from being a keeper.