Same thought I had. Still not sold on some of its lines towards the back, but it’s mean enough in this form that you just stop thinking that way.

Guessing here, but I chalk it up to the same instincts that caused humans to discover at some point that farts are flammable.

That’s a tough one. From experience, I think the problem is your budget is too high. I find my choices to be much easier.

That’s cool. But I’ve realized something about myself when it comes to engine notes. I’m pretty easy to please — the regular start was fine with me.

I don’t begrudge him his own taste; I just don’t agree with it. It’s not like I peeked in his garage, saw this thing, and then proceeded to ring his doorbell to tell him I think he has lousy taste. I’m commenting on an article whose conclusion is “Just look at this thing. We as humans are too weak to resist its…

I am definitely not. That said, I don’t recall that the topic of ride height has ever come up at any of the parties I’ve been to either ....

I love the dog’s reaction. My old dog was endlessly suspicious of the vacuum cleaner, pumps, and basically anything else that made a weird hissing noise. This validates her suspicious entirely, and I can’ just imagine that dog saying in its head “never again, never again, never again, I knew that thing was…

Well call me superhuman then, I guess. I’ll resist that thing’s lure all day, every day, until the minute he un-fucks-it-up by giving it a reasonable ride height. As far as I’m concerned, he might as well bolt a big aluminum wing on the trunk until he does.

So that’s what a mid-engined Vette could have been like!

All you need to do is modify this to have have the dog owner calmly pull out a gun, say “want some fuck-o?” and then pistol whip him like that scene in Goodfellas, and .... there’s your next Mustang / Camaro / Vette / Charger commercial.

It is cool. On the other hand, as the next generation becomes more and more disinterested in driving, I’d like to think perhaps auto racing would take on more of a quaint old-school tradition, and perhaps return to what prevailed in the 90's.

Swinging a cast-covered arm, she’ll be even meaner next time. Downright dangerous, I’d wager.

I’m fine with the Bugatti mods.

Seems to me that the problem with a lifetime warranty (other than the fact that there’s no way it can be covering everything, right) is that, psychologically, it’s bound to only matter to someone if they can see themselves never wanting to get rid of the car. But this thing is at best so vanilla, and at worst, so…

True. It’s really “for all we know, their chassis is really quite good.” You could say the same for last year’s chassis. I can’t understand how Honda keeps screwing this up so badly. I actually feel terrible for them, because I can only imagine how much pressure those engineers must be putting on themselves, and…

It’s not the worst call you could receive. Since this is all for show anyway, I’d sort of like it if they’d put him out there with one of their old V10 cars, and just act like nothing was happening. “No, I don’t hear any difference — sounds like the others to me. Maybe you’ve got an earwax problem?”

I never got to drive this car, but my big brother did. He loved it, and has a picture of doing something like 120 on a dead straight stretch of highway somewhere in the great plains while on a cross-country drive one summer with his college buddy (whose car it was). So, my crackpipe vote isn’t about the car. It’s…

Canadian Morgan.

Well thank God. This will help the handful of big SUV drivers who don’t already drive down my street like they’re running from the cops.

This is about as useful an upgrade as switching from drinking 190 proof alcohol to 199 proof.