'Grats. In Florida we haven't had state emissions testing (visual or otherwise) since 1981, and since like '98 in Tampa, Jacksonville and Miami.

Except, of course, that she's not American - she's Dutch.

One change to the caption on my Shuttle pic: this was a sunrise launch, not sunset.

It was STS-131, in April '10. I took this shot of it...

She's a totally awesome chick, too.

The person who watches Craigslist and is the first person to show up with cash and a car trailer for seemingly too-good-to-be-true deals (which pop up ALL THE TIME in major metro areas like DC, where Speedy lives and works) prospers. There's no malice, there's no "screw"ing of little people, it's simple wheeling and…

Actually I believe one of them was only $300. What no one seems to understand is this: a race car doesn't need a title. It doesn't need an interior. It doesn't need working <insert expensive luxury item here> or decent paint or carpet free of mildew. Once the trappings of "a street car" are removed, things get cheap…

Susan Smith approves of the methods, but not the end result.

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Because fires in crashes <50mph are just so damn common...

Ahh yes, the ultimate "sleeper:" a Porsche Carrera GT. Derp.

Yes, I did. It took a lot of effort to get through the door frame.

You need a 4000psi set of hydraulic shears to cut aluminum foil?

I see what you did there.

Yeah, fuck that guy with his... tinted windows? Are tinted windows (which are pretty much mandatory everywhere south of about Atlanta) really something that the New Yorkers that run Gawker hate on?

The air forced into the Shaker at speed gets sent via a large, short tube to the rear of the airbox, where it joins with air from the front of the car in that high-efficiency filter. The filtered air then goes into the throttle body. It's not "jus fo decorations," Bubb Rubb.

Pontiac, specifically.

My first run-in with that was when I was 16, driving my dad's truck around looking for a cool first car. After a few hours, I came across a surface-rusty-but-serviceable '70 Challenger with 6-foot dog fennel growing all around it in the front yard of a dilapidated single-wide trailer. The remains of a "for sale" sign…

Indeed. I love seeing old cars that still have the remnants of the 1970s inspection stickers on them, and rejoice that we don't have to deal with that crap anymore.