Can I admit something and not have you all laugh at me.....?

Come on, Jerry! From one Cosmo to another, I can smell a crack pipe when I see one! Now, if they drop the price by about three grand and throw in some Kenny Rogers Roasters gift certificates, then we might have a deal.

FYI to all — I was finally able to find an official dealership list from the Fiat USA website:

@Xander Crews: Looks like 711 11th Avenue, so you were pretty much spot-on — bravo, sir.

For whatever reason, I really, REALLY find myself attracted to the Cinquecento. Going from one of the largest cars you can buy to one of the smallest, although with the hatch, perhaps a bit more useful.

Jane Curtin: And now, in accordance with our public duty at 'Weekend Update' to present opposing viewpoints, here is Miss Emily Litella with a statement about a piece we aired last week.

One part Continental, one part Grand Monarch, and twenty-six parts Granada!

I had the same key on my '85 and '90 Park Avenues. I lost a hubcap on the '85 one day and went to one of those used hubcap stores in Marietta to get a new one. I got home and the hubcap had a *red* receptacle on the inside, whereas I owned a *blue* key. I took it back and they ordered a new blue receptacle from GM…

Wait...so are you telling me it's bad that I like that generation a little more than the first (FWD notwithstanding) and would pay the same price for one of those in the same condition? :)

Yes, yes, yes, one million times yes! I wonder how much a plane ticket to Chi-town is this weekend.

I live off of 160 on the NC side...and no, I was not in the vicinity at 4:00 this morning.

@TheAntiCat is swimming out past the breakers:

Barbara Walters: Hewwo, I'm Baba Wawa with "Baba Wawa at Wahge." Today we awe tawking with Watan Tata, head of Tata Motows in India. Wewlcome to the show.

@They call me MISTER Scroggs:

@Turbineguy - Minister of Awesome: Hey now! On behalf of under-35 guys everywhere who drive over-80 automobiles, I resent that remark!

Diesel Caddy, you say....?

This lovely dish in the back of a hybrid Ford Escape (rear seats folded, of course). Someone else may — or may not — have to be driving.