The kind of people who bitch about Tavarish writing on interesting cars for sale are the same kind of people that made it necessary to add warnings like “Do not introduce this electric device in your swimming pool while plugged.”

On that note, the Argentine Narrowed Falcon. They took a 2” longitudinal slice off the body and windshields and then welded the sides. It worked. Somehow.

I’d say they barfed in there.

Indeed!

They come pre-puked! How convenient!

Nope. This is elegant, charming, poised and European. Trump can’t even pronounce its name.

Son of the President: check.

Fucking moron. No, not you. I mean Clarkson (of a bitch).

I really don’t get the idea of “investing” in a car. Put your money in something else and you’ll have a safer return. But, if you want to keep those expectations so your wife approves your buy, you might just remove the engine now that it works and store it away for when you sell the car.

If your decision about buying this car depends upon people knowing its badge, you might need to reconsider some serious things in life.

Easy. Become a Peronist Minister. And drive whatever the fuck you wanna drive.

The alligator was alive. And drunk, too.

You are evidently right, but then it seems that the Bolloré is truer to the Mehari concept than the Cactus-based one: light and simple, meant to be cheap to buy and maintain, eventually washable with a hose, and plastic made from its inception.

Oh, sorry, it’s in Spanish (and a hilariously slangish so). Imagine the bullyiest of angry co-pilots, then put an army of stings attacking his balls, and you’ll come close to the pleasantness of this one particular co-pilot. The sweetest part is when he beats the driver with the roadmap.

Thing is, when your car gets a bit too hot...

Minutes later... (watch it till the end):

This is from when they went full Hyunday Tiburon...

You are correct. But then, obesity is a fundamental right. It’s in the Constitution, yo!

Romain Grosjean, is that you?

A retirement in Florida teaches you things.