The fantastic lane discipline I've encountered on trips through rural Tennessee has always been a pleasant treat.

The Maple Leaf State? Disagree.

There once was a strike at my old job. I was a young engineer who had just bought a new car. Stick-shift, of course. Engineers weren't unionized, so we had to cross that damn picket line every day to go to work. The picketers would march around in front of each car that came through the gate before they would let…

Not that strikers EVER stand in front of moving vehicles at the picket line...

Less "lesson learned" and more "lesson noted".

"The Mighty Ultradrive has judged thee unworthy of forward motion!"

Thanks for setting me straight. BTW, 180 horses from a flat head Ford... wow!

You sure? There was an Allard... could have sworn this was it...

It was indeed an Allard J2. I don't have a picture of that one though :(

Tell me more about the Alfa!

Every Cummins 6BT rod I have ever seen looks like that. Welcome to 1990.

I was gonna say, "that ain't new! Shit's been around for decades!"

<ahem>

Pushrod V-6 minivan spark plugs. Think Chrysler 3.3/3.8 and Ford 3.8 powered minivans. The back three are always... challenging.

I'd still rather be inside a gymnast than an Amazon oarsman (oarswoman?), no matter how wild her ride may be!

Well played, sir.

Looks... fat.

I'm with you. I live in Menlo Park and see at least one a day. I hate them more every week. I don't understand why anyone of means would rather have this than an Aston.