Terraplane Longroofer. I win.

Easy, I’d spend the rest of my life building proper, period correct Torinos, and selling Jeeps in Mergio Sarchione’s face.

Nahh, more robustly moronic arse-holes are on vacation across the pond.

206s are usually great drivers. I guess this dude was testing the outer limits of the legendary Peugeot drivability.

1. Buy said DS.

You mean, the pumpkin-head mutant cow?

Go back to your bag.

My dad had a ‘97 Chrysler Stratus (weird nameplate for the Argentine market), which was meant to be an upgrade from a ‘93 Peugeot 405 SRI (both cars were one year old when he bought them). It was not. The power increase was nowhere to be found, in part due to the boring-ass 4-speed Autostick. It was more…

That Sapphire gets me all hot and bothered.

Well, the Mercedes looks overdone with all the Autozone-like aerobits; the one to have were the first versions, restrained and elegant yet undeniably muscular. The bimmer is a wonderful car but sort of a cliché.

I was just about to suggest that you glue a Fiero body on it. Oh, the giggles...

Unless you drive a fat-ass SUV, no, no don’t.

You are pure gold, girl.

I contend a thing or two: I don’t need a back up camera (but ok, I DD a Ford Ka, so the back of my car is barely a meter and a half behind my head), nor do I need a radio (but being deaf is not widespread yet).

The text was, uh, “polarizing”.

An awesome match of exhuberant and opulent classlessness. Both, I mean.

Is his name Saul?

Those color-matched wheel covers are just car porn of the finest quality.

For us in Argentina, it was olive green, indeed.

Dear Mother,