That’s always been a fear of mine. I can flat-foot it on my Ninja 650, CBR 600RR, etc., but since you and I are almost exactly the same size - 5'8" 140 lbs, I’m wondering how someone like myself with zero off road experience would fare on one of these things (I started out on Vespas, and moved over to sportbikes).

I saved my old Fisher-Price toys for my own kids. Actually, this... this looks familiar... Didn’t you take a road trip recently? Ah, this one doesn’t rust.

Dear God, I hope not! How to reverse this trend?

While we’re on the topic of so-called “white rock” music, I find it unfathomable that more black people aren’t as into it. Let me be clear: ALL “rock music” is black music Period.
(Even country music has black roots: where do you think the banjo came from? And it was an African American guitarist who taught Merle…

Back when we were teenagers, my (self-identified) non-mechanical brother decided to “help” me when I changed the oil on his mid-’90s Mustang by pre-applying RTV silicone on the oil filter’s gasket. I told him to take that off of there IMMEDIATELY, unless he wanted it to stay on there forever.

“Does anybody need another self-righteous rock singer who says his nose has led him straight to God?”

Par for the course here in Palo Alto.

I wish those things had been around years ago. My grandmother’s Pontiac Tempest bore the scars of this very behavior (Hi, I’m an Asian from San Francisco).

Yes, please.

These articles always make me think of “Schadenfreude,” which of course as a musical theater geek make me think of:

Ugh. That looks like Van Ness. This city has the worst record in terms of pedestrian fatalities.

Full disclosure: I’m a San Francisco native, so it’s required viewing. Also, I got the soundtrack (sadly, it’s been re-recorded with session musicians reading the original score); still, it contains musical cues worth hearing. I would love to have been a fly on the wall at that recording session, with Lalo Schifrin…

YES! Plus, it’s got a personal touch for me: Takes place in my hometown, made me want to be a police officer for a bit, etc. And the comment about seeing on the big screen is true, as well. My dad said that the Coronet theater (San Fran, to be exact) went completely silent after that Mother Of All Car Chase Scenes...…

I bought my mid-’80s BMW 325is from a woman who replaced it with an AT Miata. I had to turn my head so she wouldn’t see me rolling my eyes.

We had a Sunbird when I was a kid in San Francisco. My grandparents, as Japanese immigrants in the ‘50s, INSISTED on sticking with Pontiac because that’s what they bought when they first came to this country. The only thing I can say is the Sunbird’s automatic transmission gave me respite from our other cars’s manual…

Ah, yes, Marky Mark. As one comedian quipped: “He’s a motorcycle guy in a moped band.”

I got a good one: my dad’s ‘64 Volvo 122S back in high school (early ‘90s). Eventually I dropped some coin on the thing and, thanks to IPD and obsessive junkyard trolling, got the thing autocross-ready. Wish I still had it!

Gaah. I inherited my “baby” brother’s Scirocco (with the intention to autocross it) after he complained about loss of power and a rattling in the engine. In his zeal drive to go surfing every day in Santa Cruz from Silicon Valley over hilly Highway 17, he’d neglected to check the oil for, oh, ten months; after I…

Bravo to you for spotting the Volvo 140! It was somewhat of a rarity in my birthplace of Boston, but it was somewhat more common when my parents and I moved back to San Francisco when I was four. My parents had a ‘64 122S (which I later turned into a rat rod), and the storied 142E; I was surprised to find out I could…