Just the good ole’ Jalops / Never meanin’ no harm / Beats all you never saw, been loving brown manual wagons since the day they was born / Laughin’ the Mustangs / Hatin’ the stances / Someday Patrick George may block ‘em, but Kinja never will / Makin’ their Miatas the only way they know how / That’s just a little bit…

No one ever trains for these situations.

Why are there so many anti-noisy car curmudgeons on a fucking car blog?! I feel like I’m reading the comment section of this article as if it were posted to the Facebook page “Menopause support group”.

The joke’s on you...sometimes the blinkers really don’t work on BMWs. Guess I ran out of blinker fluid this weekend

There’s a photography trope that says, “the best camera is the one you have with you.” The idea is that the best photographs aren’t always the ones that are sharpest, or have the most accurate color, or the most megapixels; but rather the best photographs capture a moment that moves you, and those moments pass…

That rear wing is a little excessive

“ I haven’t carried on anything larger than a briefcase in years.”

spew water continuously, making it difficult for a trapped occupant to exit the car

One game I love to play with design is to guess the designer’s inspiration. The cool, flowing lines of water; the crisp jaggedness of a craggy cliff face; the almost unimaginable sleekness of birds of prey or sharks; all of these have inspired designers over the years.

So a Sebring that will last forever? Now you’re getting into a paradox.

Since together they comprise the Anti-Destination League, we should call them Slows.