I thought it was because back before they cut down all the trees spiders would jump on you head when you drove a convertible.

“Calm down honey it ain’t gonna bite.”

Biscuit over black any day. God I hate the depressing all-black interiors that are everywhere these days.

I’m no engineer either, so I’d finish that bridge and say “well that’s not going anywhere” and treat myself to some Aquavit and salted cod for a job well done.

“Muh Pappy say I ain’t got to tie no Woke Belt!”

$97K. Hilarious.

Was it a Packard Clipper? Maybe they got confused and thought it would be seaworthy.

Anybody who’s ever used a dating app (where AI filters abound) should be used to this kind of “what you thought you would get vs. what you got” disappointment.

Hopefully it can have an additional LA stop to Union Station, which is a pain in the ass to get to, and can actually drop you in SF rather than Oakland, because who wants to go to Oakland.

A little surprised by all the rando creases. That’s a trend I thought (and hoped) was fading away.

Ugh. The reaching, the toggling. Eff these screens. Buttons, please.

The Monkees were the best ripoff of the Beatles, but has any Top Gear clone even approached Monkee territory?

“There are no delays at Donald Trump airport. In-flight meals are delicious and seats are comfortable. Donald Trump airport is the greatest airport of all airports, period, both in person and around the globe!”

I’m getting a commercial every 30 seconds. This is why I prefer articles.

Lesson 16: Always turn you lights on right before a J-turn.

Busses + Bagdes = Morans

Welcome to modern journalism.

I guess “Keep Portland Weird” means not bothering to wipe the cruddy dashboard before taking a picture of it. ND.

What’s the reason for all of this though?

Ironically, in the corner of my window, Miss “I Married a Conspiracy Theorist” Cheryl Hines is prattling on about her first ride.