Don’t write about bad cars, you’ll drive up the cost on those. Some of us like bad cars.

You’d better have your pants on.

We need an excuse for bears on Oppo? (wasn’t me)

I don’t wanna work. I just wanna bang on this tire all day.

Exactly what it sounds like.

I like how big a role this one Saturday Evening Post ad plays in our cult. It’s like we were stranded on a desert island with it and from the Saturday Evening Post we teach our children that Hupmobile is all that is fit for a gentleman in a car.

Definitely an obstacle to conger.

If an eel owned a car? Yeah, no: fuck eels.

Also, as regards “who wouldn’t want to trade” remark on the scooter, I’d say “anyone who doesn’t want to be drizzled on in a Paris shower” and “anyone who has even so much as a briefcase needed for work”. Simply not a solution even as much as transit is.

Y U NO username change?

COTD, obviously.

brb staging photo with my dad’s friend’s Midget and a 1967 4WD International. Not really, but I should.

I don’t believe you. No man could resist such temptation.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t 60 years later just about the right time to revisit something that nobody remembers and is kind of cool? Almost nobody of driving age at that time is still a new auto and trend follower.

The whole article smacks of “if a little is good, a lot is better” and “if a lot is too much, then only none is less enough” reductionist drivel. This article couldn’t reason itself out of a paper bag with ARASTOTEL written on it in crayon, nor could it face the logic of a prepared eight year old. Or…

a small yet respectable fleet of Soviet cars

I seem to recall Attack of the the Eye Creatures having some spectacular automobile fail, but every time I try to recall what exactly, grinding noises come out of my skull.