Note to self: if ever in Florida, never ever buy a used grape-soda-colored Honda Pilot.

Well, by getting rid of cab drivers I’d do a service to mankind. But still people will need buses, and would get stranded because of my sensitive ‘74 Citroen DS 23.

(though an equally amazing wagon was built, too)

I imagine the amount of fucks Kimi would dedicate to such a compelling statement. Almost zero. Almost.

Máté, is that you?

I’ve found a tennis ball green camel and a dinosaur with rollers... Please don’t make me google for a Cobra with a Lima. Please.

Nope.

You mean this?

Where are Hungarian dash cams when we need them??!!

Wrong car, the Tatra was coming to a stop. He should have pushed Inoue further on the track, for heck’s sake!

2CV much? Me likes it.

Make it RWD and you’ll have my heart.

Well, you go through cars at the same rate a person takes a piss. But yeah, 10 minutes would be a bit too much.

Nope, the wheels are big enough, it’s just the rest of the car that is bloated like a junk food addict. If you put the car on a diet and send it to a gym you’ll see that the wheels are correct.

That’s the very definition of a SUV: The limited interior of a car with the dumb ride of a (posh) truck.

That’s a big ass mama I see there...

A bitch basket that ate all the cookies...

Those horrid overhangs! And always looking as if they were dragging their asses. Which, indeed, they did.

This is so Las Vegas. I need not explain.

This is awful too, my son. But you can still play with it.