Prolly in the left lane too...ugh, your mom is the WORST!

That's infinitely more times than he's been pulled over you speed demon!

Or drives during the 4th of July, long weekends, through bad neighborhoods, through good neighborhoods, or any holidays.

That is strange.

I usually have about 2 per year. (am white, drive Mini with gusto)

Jalopnik should sponsor a "save the manuals" type campaign to repeal, or reduce the 25-Year Wait for importable cars. I'd certainly do whatever I could to help!

You don't need clearance for ski resorts...I drive my mini to the mountains and everyone always gawks at me... "OMG, how did you drive that here?" they ask.

But here's the problem: just because your car is legal in one state doesn't make it legal in the eyes of the U.S. government. Yes, your car has a plate, and a title, and maybe even a plate frame that says "JDM MOTHERF***ER," but that doesn't mean it passes NHTSA and EPA regulations. Therefore your car may still – at…

What are Canada's road regulations like...I, like several of the other commenters, thought about importing to Canada and pulling the wool over US custom's eyes...but would Canada even let you do that? I know that they get a lot more leeway up there, but is there enough to even let someone sneak something in through…

Is there any other way?

The portrait framing really adds to the mayhem.

mmmm...used ham!

Ugh....Dem WIFEZ....

You can get a "star"...that is all I'm allowed to give.

This is some of the most exciting racing I've ever seen...

Also, this should be on Bring A Trailer's "where they rust"

HOLY HELL...HOW IS THAT ROAD LEGAL!!!

This is exactly what I was going to come down here to say.

I don't think we get folks "rolling coal" up here in the NE as much as elsewhere. The only time I see "bro-trucks" is when there is a guy from Texas on I-95. You would think that Mercedes and the rest of the Deutsche-Marques would sell oodles, but I think the stigma of old Mercedes diesels coughing smoke and ticking…

HOW I WOULD REACH NEW YORK CITY: I would drive as fast as I possibly could in my gas-guzzling SUV, taking great care to flash my lights at people from Maryland who hog the left lane on the New Jersey Turnpike, until I arrived in Manhattan, at which point myself and my vehicle would take up far more space than I am…