“Bespoke” was an excellent word choice for Hennessey to use because people think it means so much more than just “made to order” (look it up).

Yessss, above average, baby! Decent income and an eleven year old, one-owner Golf!

I know, right? I’m struggling so hard right now over how much I both love and hate that.

You know what? I like this Jim guy. I was expecting an article showing maybe one or two driveable cars and a field full of trash but they all seem well cared for.  He seems like a stand up guy who knows what he likes, then pursues it.  Be like Jim.

The look does nothing for me at all, though I’ve heard second hand that the new Supra is life-changingly good to drive (at some invitational Toyota dealer thing) and that comes from someone who has driven everything.

That sounds as exciting as jamming a dildo in a fleshlight.  Not great sex, probably valuable as art.

There was that guy who MacGyvered two Subarus together in his half-finished, never sorted 917 replica. Maybe he was on to something...

Did my pants just get tighter?

Legal to import to the US in 2028?

Is erotic fan fiction allowed? I could finally make some money from what I think is a quite well-written novella, Elon’s Musk.

From the headline I was really hoping two collectors showed up thinking they’d each have the only one there, rolling in like

I still may have Matrix-related concerns.

The article speaks of this car as if it’s real, but the images are all renders.  Which is it?

What is my perfect crime? I break into the Pebble Beach Concours at midnight. Do I go for the Bugattis? No, I go for the ‘62 Ferrari GTO. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her grandfather’s business. She’s Miss Ferrari. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning…

Remember that episode of Speed Racer where the bad guys were smuggling gold that had been cast into the shape of a giant race car? The only, and I mean only reason I can imagine this thing existing is that somebody found a way to turn something into orange paint for sneaky purposes.

When I was in the fifth grade I went to nerd school one day a week and we were going to be having a pop bottle rocket contest. While all the other kids thought nothing further of it, in the weeks leading up to that unit my dad and I were doing our own R&D in the front yard. Our launch rig was was a cork with a…

Why stop at damaging one car?

I guess Ford Nite could work, all while capitalizing on sounding a little like Fortnight...

Also in the world of Every-Something-has-a-Something is the observation that every runway has one exciting skid mark. You’ll find hundreds of short, straight marks where the planes consistently touch down around the thousand-foot markers, but there’s always that one long, wavy skid that snakes back and forth across…

I’m hesitant to make my next car a Geely but on the other hand would almost certainly buy a Sexraptor, no matter who made it.