The great irony here is that Oklahoma City can attribute nearly everything that makes it livable to the MAPS program that began over 20 years ago. When I point out to my last few remaining OKC friends that the Thunder, the revival downtown, the airport, the riverwalk, bricktown, etc... are all due to an increase…

“What a great idea!”

Every good American knows that subways* are like the great pyramids - once you build ‘em, they’re done! Finito! This must be a water feature they built in years ago.

Pictured: Flying car

Is anyone else impressed at how well that NOPI Drift banner held up?

I have a real soft spot for the late-60s convertible Coupe deVilles and the 1972 Eldorado. If only I could justify a big, beautiful land yacht.

Oh yes. Our first major road trip with kiddo #1 was a 9 hour death march to upstate New York. Despite many, many stops, somehow there was a period of uninterrupted driving where she silently had an explosion of the poop variety and happily sat in it (sleeping, maybe?) long enough for it to become caked on... well,…

I’m not religious, but I say a little prayer for my car and silently ask its forgiveness each time I take out one of my kids’ car seats.

Counterpoint: You are wrong.

I, for one, appreciate the preview of my Uber Black ride in 2018.

Early 40s and I daily drive a 2016 WRX. I avoid hats, flat-brimmed or otherwise, as to show off my well-earned receding hairline. Sometimes affordable, reliable fun with low depreciation (all relative, of course) is a damned sensible choice.

Wins popular vote, loses election thanks to accusations of corruption.

Jackie Chan needs to be on this list. Armour of God would be my first to (re)watch.

If you can even find a DVD copy nowadays (I have mine!), I highly suggest watching Ronin’s chase scenes while listening to Frankenheimer’s commentary.

That’s... extremely metal.

Watch out, you might get what you’re after.

As a resident of greater DC, I can’t get this song out of my head this week. Can’t put my finger on why...

El Purito needs a new coach.

On that note, what exactly is that animal above the TV? Possum? Racoon? ADORABLE BEAR CUB?

Likewise. I played in middle school and high school, and although I wasn’t very talented, I figured out how to hit hard - which is probably the only reason I saw any play time. In my sophomore year, I hit a kid so hard he had to be carted off the field on a stretcher. I remember the head coach being ecstatic, but the…