And?

Can I still name it George?

Interesting, as that's exactly the song I was listening to this morning. Also, get out of my head. Seriously, there's nothing left of value in there any more. There must be more interesting places to be.

Dear Mercedes-Benz,

If you spent two minutes (actually, given the length of this thread, more like five or six minutes), you'd realize that the points you've attempted to raise in your comments have either already been addressed and discussed elsewhere, or still aren't relevant to the topic at hand.

So, let me get this straight: you're asking me to imagine that I'm a racist, stereotype-perpetuating, masochistic douchebag - with the implication that such people will be the ones that buy the Veneno - and that therefore the Veneno is cool?

I just skimmed through your attempt to put together a counter-argument, and I have one thing to mention:

Again, as I've said multiple times elsewhere in this very thread, that really wasn't the business model that Lamborghini started with. Ferruccio Lamborghini started producing cars because he was angry at Enzo Ferrari for not doing anything to refine or repair his road cars. Lamborghini started with the idea that he…

On the note of flawed reasoning, there's this:

"The vision Ferruccio had was pissing off old man Enzo, plain and simple."

"Always try to make cars that are road going showcases of racing tech? Mondial? 400i? Heck , what about the California? I'm not sure I can agree with your position"

To play devil's advocate, I am implicitly doing much the same.

Happy Friday, kids. It's time for a pauljones moment.

You know, on the note of brands that sell on image alone, enter Lamborghini. The Veneno and now the Veneno Roadster are the most cynical pieces of automotive schtick I've ever seen. Here they are, dressing up a basically stock Aventador with altered body panels, a fin, calling it a celebration of their (non-existent)…

How long can nostalgia hold up a brand? A long time; just ask Harley-Davidson. Nostalgia kept them alive during the AMF years until they were bought out again and could start producing better-quality bikes. One hundred and ten years later, they're still going strong.

Now everyone within earshot of my office is wondering why the hell I just burst into hysteric laughter. Asshole.

That's so weird; everyone else makes fun of me for liking the NB, but I guess it's pretty popular and I didn't even realize it.

I don't believe they ever offered it in the first place.

Now, see, I kind of like that derpy little smile. It's a little crazy. It's a little inane. But the sheer audacity of its derpy-ness makes me smile every single time I see one. That, to me, is the whole point of the car. If you own one, and you don't smile when you see that doofy little grin on its face, you're either…

I'm glad to finally know that I'm not the only one that liked the looks of the NB better than the NA or the NC. Everyone says it's too effeminate, but I've always like sculpted curves over angled or beveled surfaces like the NA or the NC. Plus, if you honestly think a car defines your sense of gender, I feel truly…