Exactly why I wanted to take this trip. Cars aren’t just about performance driving or gimmicky features. They are, to me, a place that is truly mine. I can belt every line of a song. I can sit in silence. And I can find things I could never find on foot.

And frankly, not related to cars, but... I think society as a whole would be better off if we just went to someplace vast and loud and screamed poetry into the void.

No, I am your father.

Thank you for my daily reminder of: “Hey you’re poor”

Y’know, I think the last flat-six Boxsters and Caymans have a really good shot at being future classics. I felt as if the mid-ship Porsche is more fun to drive than the 911, and by the 981-generation, most of the IMS-eating problems had been worked out. It’s a great little car.

It was only a matter of time. In fact, I wish companies would make the classic bodies with modern technology. Better looking, more distinctive cars, with modern tech. Even using modern materials for the bodies. That would be nice.

I would’ve guessed it was this guy:

Pressing the clutch pedal in with your left foot, while simultaneously moving a gear lever with your right/left hand is the only description of a manual transmission that I will accept.

I have to take the opportunity to tell a story from the past week of my own kid’s astronomy question...

I drove an electric converted Mini a while back, and it had a clutch and manual gearbox, but barely needed it:

Of course it could be done. Given enough money and time, it's possible. Reprogramming the electric motors to disengage when the clutch is pressed would be interesting. 

Enthusiast already complaining that the stations aren't air cooled. 

I remember from 1989-1993 the town where I used to live would hold a race through the streets of their downtown area. I got to meet a lot of semi famous (at the time) race car drivers. A few of them would let me sit in their cars. One of my favorites was a lady called Lynn St James.

I was 4 years old at the time, and haven’t watched a movie before. One weekend, mom decided to entertain my young self by purchasing a VHS tape of some obscure movie she watched when she was a kid back in 1974. She had a hunch about the movie, a mother’s intuition that I would enjoy the film as much as she did when…

america works just like a car... you put it in (D) to go forward and (R) to go backwards...

We think she’ll be sticking around. 

Can we have more “Hazel Southwell” quality Jalopnik?

And don’t forget the chicken coupe.

fools can spend almost six million dollars

The egregious and terrible nature of the core take here almost distracts from the absolutely heinous addendum about the best kind of pizza.