Awesome! Now, where did I leave my billions?

I keep a car in Manhattan. It’s my three-season road trip and Sunday country drive toy. Sleeps under a Covercraft cover in a park and lock garage, so I can come and go as I please. I’d never hand my keys over to a parking/valet monkey. Is it practical, or even rational to have a car in Manhattan? Hell no! But not…

Head banging rock and rollers!

Why do you even bother with this cocksucking muppet?

How the hell is this even street legal? Or it isn’t?

This reminds me of the 4-door 1-Series sold everywhere but in the Americas. And that is not a bad thing at all. Didn’t Hyundai recently hired a new design boss from BMW?

What's with this fucking music?

I’ve found this works well for me as well, perhaps because I’m used to doing most of my braking right before entering the corner, so that the only work the wheels have to do to at this point is corner, freeing my right foot to blip the throttle to rev match.

Eastern Parkway. NYC’s West Indies. Must be all that rum and ganja.

Mustangs — Not just for Cars & Coffee anymore.

Couldn’t finished it last night. It’s just not funny at all. I can get car info anywhere; I watched TG for the fun. The three clowns made it a joy to watch. This, not so much. Last night it became a contest between subjecting myself to more of whatever the hell that was and going to bed. Sleep won out.

This is a really stupid suggestion.

And provide them with proper healthcare.

The Gordon Ramsay and Jesse Eisenberg bit was the ONLY funny part of the whole show. The rest was a snoozefest.

A major reason I loved the old TGUK was for the humor amongst the three hosts. I cannot count the times they had me in stitches. The new TGUK I saw last night had nothing of that humor, and perhaps consequently it just felt boring to me. Perhaps that will change, but of course that will depend in great part on the…

Don’t worry. It will never stop being funny! Because it is true.

My late father’s pristine 1970 Charger RT. I don’t know what that steering wheel was connected to, but I doubt it was to the front end!

I would gladly trade my heated sports seats for air conditioned ones.

It is the worst. Now stay away please. We have enough people here already.

But think of all the out of work truck stop hookers!