Perfect inspiration. I've got my eye on a rusty '58 Ranchero that may need to go this direction.

Thank you! I was scrolling scrolling scrolling muttering "Where's the Edsel? WHERE'S THE EDSEL??"

This kind of stuff needs a trigger warning for me, or I'm likely to spend the next three days doodling, making airplane noises, and checking out every aviation book from the library.

On the other hand (oooooh!), I'm jealous of them for having the opportunity to grab.

Is it just me or does Yui have some spectacular Vulcan eyebrow action going on here?

Wait a minute—McCarty spelled the right way is my last name! But then again, I'm pretty damn white...

Which provides a lot of context here for all the folks screaming "insurance scam." We have to assume the worst, don't we?

Dibs on Beaucoup Plus as my new band name...assuming that part isn't already a band name...

Ugh...it hurt just to go look this one up.

I thought she looked familiar. Ah, nudie mag nostalgia.

Just look at all the bug smears on the windscreen! Poor critters never had a chance...

I'll confess, I had to scroll back and double check to see if it was anyone I know.

And 2-3 WalMarts. And 4-5 HEBs. That I can think of. But that's counting Bellmead.

My first car was a 1973 Ranchero 500 with a Q-code 351 Cleveland. I was rear-ended in rush hour traffic by a Dodge D-50 (I won), and my insurance company totalled out the Ranchero, even though it was driveable (scarred, but driveable), so it's probably a big cube of metal somewhere. I still have dreams about driving…

Man, seeing a car you once owned driving around town is kind of a gut punch, no? I used to see my xB every now and then, and I've seen my Suburban hearse, stripped of all its trim, repurposed as a work truck a few times. Sigh.

I managed a branch of a large, giraffe-branded toy retailer last season, and every time we sold one of these (or whatever similar thing we sold), we added a "Be careful on windy days" tip.

Yes! That perked up my day.

Doors? Forget doors...when you drive this, the world needs to see how few F's you give.

The Vantage was a Jeremy Clarkson kind of a car — nostalgic, loud, a bit of a blowhard. Naturally he loved it. Watch this old Top Gear review and you'll see what I mean. Not only does Clarkson say everything about the car other than that it's terrible, he also has to drive a development prototype. Aston didn't yet…