Umm...isn’t one of the main complaints about these car “reality shows” that they are too contrived? Seemed to me that the “junkyard” always had just the right parts for the two teams to build their competing machines.

Whatever bike to which you have access. In my case, my dad’s ‘82 Yamaha Seca Turbo is begging to be fettled and put back on the road. With me on it.

Um, how about the fact they are making Lincoln versions of Fords? Here’s a novel idea: don’t just slap a Lincoln badge and some fake plastic wood trim on a Ford and call it a luxury car. How about actually designing a luxury car to BE A LUXURY CAR!

A racing driver’s occupation is one of inherent risk. Jules Bianchi is yet one more name added to the roster of those who have perished pursuing their passion. Many will debate whether such an occupation has merit, but nevertheless his death was a tragedy and a preventable one. I have nothing but respect for those who…

Due to the unique nature of the Charlotte-Mecklenburg school system’s integration system before 2000, I rode to school with my older sister’s friend Karen during my freshman year. This was because my sister went to a completely different school, as did Karen’s younger sister.

I want to college in Ohio, and lived there for several years. I love Ohio, but it kinda has split personality disorder. There is big-town Ohio, and then there is small-town Ohio. This car would provoke the bonfire-and-pitchforks set, I think.

Recently sat on the jury of a DUI case in Michigan. The PD in question does not use portable breathalyzers, but rather carts you back to the station based upon having reasonable cause to arrest after doing the field sobriety test. It seems their decision to have a big, fancy, and ostensibly more reliable breathalyzer…

Boop.

See, the difference between this little gem and yesterday’s monstrosity is that this little fella is pretty much original, and generally un-fucked-around-with. If you want to put an Albanian diesel engine into your Brazilian-market hatchback, go ahead and get down with your bad self. Just don’t expect me to see any…

THIS. All. Day. Long.

Bravo, sirs. Bra-vo.

Yeah, this reeks of "How dare you embezzle, steal, bribe and generally be shitty? That's our job!"

Holy Shit...is ANYBODY really ok with dropping more than 20 large on a goddamn minivan? Don’t get me wrong, I drove one in college and I’m ok with the utility of owning a van, but 40 grand for a rolling playpen? I can’t think of a WORSE way to waste money.

Ok, also...the CL post is in Woodhaven, MI, but the seller resides in Ohio. Wha....?

Oh God, no! Why would a person do this? Sure, Maseratis of this era are troublesome, and I even understand the engine swap. But a slushbox and dirt-track spec interior? NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.

Highly recommend a minivan for a college student. You can take the bench seats out to furnish your dorm room, and then you have room in the back for activities. Road trips with 15 of your closest (drunkest) friends are a breeze, even if the seating capacity is technically only 7.

Midway through college, I had inherited a ‘94 Chevy Cavalier (teal...the ultimate ‘90s color) as my daily driver. During a torrential rainstorm, the intersection in front of my house flooded. After seeing a similar vintage Civic wade through unscathed, I put the pedal to the metal and...glug glug glug.

Asking price seems to be on the high end for a pretty shabby looking Jetta. Rattle can paint job (even though it seems to have been done relatively well), broken A/C, and $600 extra for non-shitty wheels? That’s all bad enough, but the motor had 86k on it before it was swapped into this garbage.

Seems to me they have chosen the worst possible Cadillac ambulance/hearse/wagon possible.

Just had a coworker go through this. He’s in the market for a ‘15 Toyota RAV4 (...sigh...), and just before the holiday weekend got an email blast from his local dealer advertising a ‘15 RAV4 XLE lease for $199/mo. Calls the dealer, salesman says he has no clue about that promotion, won’t confirm the pricing, says he…