Part of the issue with brick and mortar auto parts stores is that they often don’t seem to know any more than I do. You used to go in there and get someone quite knowledgeable that would actually help you out. Now they seem all but useless so I might as well use Rock Auto.

All of that effort and no drive-train swap? When the magazine cover said “hybrid” (that’s what we used to call them back in the 90s and we tied an onion to ours belts which was the style at the time) I’m assuming the TT is on the inside, too. No thanks. I’ll have to say “let’s bounce” which is what we used to say back…

So....

Machiavelli was right.

Don’t be silly, apple would never forget to price gouge...

Are they alive or dead?

“Texas: where criminal dirtbags aren’t treated with sympathy by bleeding-heart pansies.”

I wanna be around during the sentencing of this one.

Noht like I can rub two lawbstahs tagethah and staht a fiyar ah nuthin’.

Wicked Retahdid. Dey let me bring em in to a sawks game though. Fockin TSA DOOSHBAGS.

I feel like you have someone piss in your cereal every morning. Not like a cruel prank, but you watch them do it, maybe even make them do it, then eat it just to be extra angry the rest of the day.

You know, this deserves its very own Jalopnik article. But we’ll probably get something about the new Honda or why Crossovers aren’t neat.

The other day, my mom was telling me that she knew I was starting to be able to read when I would start identifying cars as we drove past them.

That’s like arguing who is the classiest Kardashian.

Even when I was younger that wouldn’t have happened and if it did NDA’s would have been signed and filed immediately instead of putting it on youtube.

So you get to choose between a 300hp FWD Civic, or...a 650hp Camaro SS that’s as fast as a McLaren on track.
Tough choice there.

I see that stuff as black and gold.

Is one of his neighbors Ralph Nader?

Finally, a car magazine for men.