Saw him last fall, about a three-hour show, he looked great. He crowd-surfed, FFS.

Dammit, somebody has to!

I usually hear that "straight pipes are necessary for my safety" argument from Harley guys who refuse to wear helmets.

Yeah- especially today. Wonder what a new-in-the-box 427 cammer would bring at auction now.

In the 90s and early oughts, when I wrote sometimes for a car mag, and hung around with some other people who did, the GTI was pretty universally seen as a touchstone for car journalists. Seems like every one of them either had one at that time or had owned one in the past.

Interestingly, $3395 in 1964 dollars = $25,605 in 2014 dollars. No wonder they didn't sell very many.

Car designers have told me that, strictly speaking, a "coupe" is a car with no c-pillar, meaning the rear window starts after the b-pillar, just behind the doors. Which makes most of the cars we call "coupes" actually 2-door sedans.

My dad used to use one to do very fine scroll cutting on picture frames. Makes much tighter curves than a jig saw can.

Had a '68 Beetle with an automatic stick. God, I hated that thing. Used to start in low gear from every stop, even though you weren't supposed to, just to feel some torque.

This thread could only exist on Jezebel, where mildly humorous/interesting stories go for cold-eyed vivisection by people who are either tone deaf or hell-bent on being miserable.

I was a 21-year-old college student when I snail-mailed (this was 1991) a story I wrote for a class to Automobile. The lady herself, whom I'd been reading since I was about 10, called to tell me she loved it. They gave me $2k for the story, the first magazine piece I ever sold. It won a big award and I wrote stuff and…

Jesus, no shit. Enough, already.

If you don't know this already, keeping it in the fridge makes it last 3-4 times longer.

I had a Del Sol with the B16 motor in it; the thing wasn't super fast, but I autocrossed it and had a blast driving it on the street. It was stolen from in front of my house on election night 2004. When it was recovered about 24 hours later, it looked like a surgeon had removed the engine, tranny, computer and…

I didn't say this yesterday, but I'm in a worse mood today, so I'll say it now: Hey VW, why don't you take some of the money you spend to build (interesting but ultimately) ludicrous horseshit like this, and use it to get some of the great cars you sell elsewhere certified for the US?

A Chrysler parts guy told me, when I expressed the same sentiment, that it was engineered that way to "locate the battery away from the engine heat" so it would last longer.

Amazing piece of biography, well worth the read. But settle in—it's 1400ish pages.

Just read The Power Broker a couple of months ago. That book is an absolute masterpiece.

And even if you went through with it, how long would it take to get tired of the great poon, leaving you right back where you started? It's all great poon when its new poon. Usually.

To a Sea Monkey, you're now more evil than Hitler.