Darn right it hauls.

Maleficent’s magic was no match for the ogre horde of the Raider Nation.

When people would ask me for car buying advice, I would suggest the Mazda 5 around 70 percent of the time.

...namely a ticket that would have cost him 78 Canadian dollars in addition to points on his license.

Dear Fiat,

Totally avoidable. There is another set of bars right beneath those TT bars.

I thought all of Guy Fieri’s vehicles were yellow.

I know a flux-capacitor when I see one! And this, unfortunately, is not one of them.

How can people see your cool leather pirate bandana if there’s a helmet in the way? Hmmmm?

Nope. It’s this one.

Of course a member of the Royals would only eat a burger fit for a King.

My first car was a ratty ‘79 RX7. It was a hand me down and at the time I hated it because it was beat up and would leave me stranded constantly. But, every now and then while letting off throttle between shifts, that bad boy would let out a flamey backfire that would make innocent bystanders leap into the air. It was…

El Shapo. I love it!

Loss of propulsion? More like... lack of propulsion.

I suppose I should rename the festival I have been planning for next summer. It’s called Chellachella. It’s a festival celebrating festival culture. No music or anything like that to ruin the mood. Just festival goers standing around being seen by other festival goers. Everyone gets their own portable personal stage…

Problem solved!

This steering wheel reminds me of bumper cars in a very good nostalgic sort of way.

As a public service to my neighbors, on my morning walk, I sound an air-horn off near their cars to chase out any hiding cats.