Piquet, as most of the white Brazilian elite, is racist, mysoginist, classist and homophobic as fuck. Is not a coincidence that he so staunchly supports Bolsonaro (a crappier version of Trump), just like Emerson Fittipaldi does.

Let me see... a ‘68 Valiant GT as his first car (think Dodge Dart in 1966) slightly tuned by the previous owner, a famous race driver from his province. Or the red Chevy SS (Nova), or his first and second brand new car, one Falcon SP after the first one was stolen by the police.

Dude, you are officially my new hero. I once crammed my 5pc Pearl Export, a matress, some bags, my sister and her friend, but we only went to said summerhouse, about an hour away.

My 2004 Ford Ka 1.6. An exceptionally fun and efficient car in the city and on the twisties leading to my summerhouse, but a nightmare on long straight roads. Doing 120 km/h would mean about 4000 rpm, which led to barely 10 km/l. Roomy enough for 2 people, tops. Anymore would be insane.

Nice powertrain, ugly as fuck. Too expensive. ND.

The understated elegance of  ‘60s and ‘70s European classics.

I love almost any Alfa, but nobody can trust a fucktard who perpetrated such abuse against the very structure of a classic car. What else was done, that is not showed? ND.

First off, you are my favorite writer here, and (as a fellow novelist) am unbearably demanding with both content and style.

No, it was not.

Mods are almost universally tacky. There is no such a thing as a tasteful mod, save for milimetrically scarce exceptions.

Only accelerating. Like I said: for posers, not for drivers.

The real issue is how fucking tacky the whole Miami GP is. The fake trees, fake grass, even fake marina, is a motherfucking cheesery.

So, it´s the “Poser package”: auto+noise.

Nice. Now, if you have some night drive ahead, go for some blues with a hint of tango and jazz, and borgean lyrics.

Mine. Ford Ka.

Beautiful car. But with the automatic is a poser mobile: ND.

They built 80 too many of these tacky pieces of crap. Someone wants real money for this one. ND.

A couple decades ago I’ve witnessed a bunch of teenagers in the gas station bar combing a line of sweetener, and snorting it as if it was coke, just for the sake of messing with other clients’ minds.

Wheels: tacky as fuck.

They were on strike for a week, thus, there were no posts. You never know how these conflicts may end, so it’s great news that they made it alive!