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.

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.

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.

I know you’re being silly, but I’ll play along. The history of the word “race” as it applies to ethnic groups of greater or smaller distinction is a very long one. It used to be extremely common up until the early to mid 20th century to refer to “the German race”, “the French race”, etc. etc. “Race” meaning a distinct…

I can’t be having with any of this reposting, harrumph.