Rather than everyone driving manual cars, BLIMPS!!!

My aunt bought a brand new ‘92 Limited. Black. The Buick shields badge on the grille was the only one not removed from the car. I was in love with that car’s dual-zone climate control and its power-adjustable front seats. It became my car in high school. I drove it into the ground. Twice replaced the transmission.…

James Hardie house wrap. Acceptable.

I lived in PA for about ten years. I had no “guy,” but I never once had to pay for a repair for my car to pass inspection.

Eh, it was way scarier when Audi caught COBO on fire. Hahaha, it took soooooooo long to evacuate...

It’s a real shame that I came across this during my lunch break because now I have to spend four hours at work dealing with a vigorous Ameriboner.

THE SECOND PHOTO THE ONE WITH THE METALWORK AND GLASS AND ARCHES WHERE IS THAT PLACE I NEED TO BE THERE I NEED TO BE THERE NOW THAT IS SO COOL WOW!!!!!!!!!!!

The Doolittle. Deceptive, relevant, historic.

I love that I am seeing a Lockheed Martin video advertisment in the middle of this article.

Here is Tacit Blue being washed before being moved into the museum’s under-construction fourth hangar, which is scheduled to open in June:

Seven years ago, my roommate was thinking about replacing his Audi A6 with something sportier. Realizing that he would likely be married and on his way to fatherhood within a few years, he wanted to have a fun car while he could.

I AGREE!!! I “took a break” at work to watch the last 15 minutes, and I am sooooooooo glad that I did! My co-workers now think that I am crazy because I did not even try to contain my excitement.

Since MY last ride in an Aerostar, everything has disappointed me. The Aerostar is probably the fourth-best vehicle of all time behind the SR-71, Alberto Santos-Dumont’s personal blimp, and the Saturn V.

I have heard this story several times:

This makes so much sense. I expected a funny article, and I instead found a very thorough and sensible proposition. I have never had any interest in setting foot in a Toyota-affiliated showroom; but not only would this lineup change my mind, it would prompt me to legitimately consider a Scion as my next car.

This is on the Daytona, FL Craigslist. I clicked the link hoping that it was in Dayton so that I could go, I don’t know, poke it with a stick or something.

But what about the Aerostar?

How I made it this far in life without considering the endless, glorious, unintended possibilities for a WWI airship engine is beyond me, but I am thankful that with this newfound obsession I can live the rest of my days more robustly.

M.A.S.K.

THANK YOU. I am stuck running a cash register with no customers in sight for 2.5 hours, and I am starting to go mad. This may have saved me...