Somebody tell Bill nobody cares what he thinks about this.

Based only on what I’ve read, good.  The only surprise being it took so long.

She’s right!  But only because everyone dies.

Is the $500 fine enough to fund removal of another of these speed bumps?

Slow news week?

I’m fine with headlights under glass.  I want to string up whoever thought up the idea of headlights under plastic, so you have to polish the damned things at least once a year.

Catherine Deneuve for Mercury?  Especially the one with her draped all over a Cougar, not the Monarch  one.  I didn’t find the Cougar one during a brief search of the internet, but Catherine Deneuve for the Mercury Cougar.

Is the Topper really a Harley?  Does it leak oil?

The headline says money can’t buy you love.  The last paragraph suggests it can.  Which is it?

I saw one of these on the road yesterday.  I still don’t understand the marketing.  This vehicle is so different from what we’ve come to expect a Mustang to be.  Perhaps it would have been smart to pick a different name.

I’ve got just an inkling that someone’s being a trifle sarcastic.

The judge will most likely succeed in protecting the queen’s privacy.  I mean in 90 years, Queen Elizabeth II will most likely have passed away.

Not only don’t try it at home, don’t try it anyplace else either.

Took my wife to the hospital to have our son in our ‘71 Beetle.  Picked her up in a ‘72 Buick Roadmonster Estate Wagon.  With the wagon, instead of taking everything we needed for the kid in the Beetle, we could take everything we had for the kid in the Buick, including the Beetle.

Okay, but where I live, the tax assessor has a picture of my house on line too.

In Rhode Island?

I betcha seatbelts made your brother’s testicles swell too.

Who can blame them? After all, I mean, Freedom!

This was a very, very long time ago. So long that the car in question was a Datsun 510, less than six-months old.  I liked that car (except for the carb icing) but hopefully all cars have improved a lot since then.

I certainly don’t approve, but having endured a black-cab ride across London on a Saturday afternoon about three years ago, I can sympathize, at least a little.