I was on 880 with my brother driving once in an accordioning left lane. He was accelerating hard like everyone else and then we had to slow down. Then we hear a crash behind us: a car was rolling because they had tried to avoid a direct rear-end collision.

I’ll be honest with you, I really don’t care about your momentum. I live in a neighborhood where LOTS of people walk. The amount of times I’ve seen near collisions between walkers and bicyclists because the bicyclists want to “keep their momentum” is way too damn high.

Texas:

Ron Burgundy: I’m proud of you fellas. You all kept your head on a swivel, and that’s what you gotta do when you find yourself in a vicious cock fight.

Just because it’s old doesn’t mean it’s valuable. ND

Yeah, it is a tiny lot but any time I’d call for a service and there wasn’t any space; they’d just ask to give ‘em a few days. Or if it was something easy, they’d bang it out real quick.

I think I would have been mortified to be caught in one of these at one point in my life. Now, as a miserable old fuck, I’d probably relish being the one to kill it for the workers’ sake. Take the free coffee and throw what you were going to pay into the tip box. 

This seems like a half-baked post-teenage idea of a “race car” where the aftermarket parts were cheap, and every idea was bad. What we have here is an autotragic, naturally aspirated, high-mileage version of something that is actually desirable.

The throttle only sticks when leaving Cars & Coffee (or similar) events.

I saw this, in the back of a comic book for $2.95, right next to the sea monkeys. 

Bullitt is the easy go to, right? Maybe a bit too car focused?

I don’t know what they’re like in your area, but the windshield washer caddies around here are filled with what I can only imagine is a jungle juice concoction made from tobacco spittle, the retched liquid from a dog’s anal gland, and decomposed mouse slurry. I sure as hell wouldn’t touch any part of my body to it. I…

KPMG holds it’s annual conference in Sturgis because it’s the largest gathering of accountants in the USA.

I want to call this just a stereotype, but...

The Jetta was the car of choice for sorority girls in the early 2000's. In fact the Jetta GLI stands for “girls love it”. The League even did an episode about hot girls buying Jettas.

Already mentioned in the article, but when I had a Miata, 4 dudes in a Jeep Wrangler called me a [insert derogatory name for a gay man here] at a stop light.

It’s not the owners, it’s the car itself.

Miatas are driven by gay men.

I think the Rabbit/Cabrio even had the nickname “bitch basket” because of the roll bar. 

That lesbians drive Subarus.