Have a star for REM. And brace yourself for Vitalogy, just around the corner. There were real jewels back them.

Imagine a Bugatti that, like, formed into a perfectly drag-less and friction-less form and then tackled other cars off of the road at speeds over 200 mph and devoured them, and that’s the peregrine falcon. Dang.

It was in a Wal-Mart parking lot, right? Tell me it was in a Wal-Mart parking lot... Was it in a Wal-Mart parking lot?

Oh, we had our share of decontented cars in the late ‘80s, too: Renault 12 “L”, VW 1500 “Básico”, Fiat Brio (even with the front style of the original ´71 127, which was never built in Argentina), and the Ford Falcon Std. They resurrected metal bumpers, basic steelies and devices that were ditched in the ‘70s.

wood trim, yo...

Wait, wait! You mean, is there a “Che” Guevara energy drink? Damn Frenches... The revolution is not what it used to be anymore...

This must be written time and again. Every single weekend.

I’ve got something more deserving for the people of that village and the instagrammers. Brace yourselves!

You mean, Maddoxville?

You fucking genious.

Her name is Roberto, right?

The only thing in that picture not messing with my stomach is the lamp over those steps.

Confirmed!

Didn’t read the article yet, but: 1) plastic/fiberglass bodywork; 2) slightly positive camber on rear wheels; 3) Torchinsky.

I may join you, guys. People can’t fucking WALK efficently in two dimensions, and they want them to move around a fuckton of machinery in an additional dimension?

There’s (or there was) a Triumph Herald in amazing condition in the Harberton Estate. Don’t be fooled by such name, the Estate isn’t in some Surrey borough, it’s some 55 miles east of Ushuaia. The literal bottom of the world.

Indeed.

To buy a diesel Peugeot 504 pick-up in good condition, put a top on it, load my books, clothes and wine, and drive from Argentina to Washington DC along the Pacific coast, to take the dream job at the Inter-American Commision on Human Rights I was not yet offered.

There I go:

It could have Mustanged unsuspecting bystanders. Ok, unsuspecting moose...