You should absolutely “cheap out” on your cabin air filter by changing it your damn self. Save yourself $50 and up for that minute of labor.

Two words - toll road.

I like it as a historical footnote. For this they killed the S series?

If you wish to create a rail crossing safe for cyclists, you must first invent the universe.

2003 Saturn Ion.

On the beloved scale, I would go with the Aston Martin DB5. If we’re talking lustworthiness, the Esprit gets a higher mark.

I feel like you’re not doing a good job imagining the forces involved here. I recommend asking around some EMTs or ER docs, maybe.

Another item for the buying used checklist: how much and where has the vehicle been exposed to human waste?

So desperately in need of the vanity plate: FRICKIN

Same, I was thinking how do you stop yourself from just cheering and yelling? Closest to the action and unable to do anything about it but calmly read the notes.

“theft, possession of a controlled substance, drug paraphernalia and several traffic offenses.”

I had played with sound a little on a friend’s Apple IIe, but nothing as slow as Apple BASIC seemed capable of doing much. When I got an 8-bit Atari the sound capabilities were amazing by comparison, but I was bummed that I couldn’t directly toggle the speaker.

VW 1, Takata 0 and falling fast.

Saturn S-series. The little-known American Civic of the 90's.

Exactly. I was tired of everyone in the car fawning over the driver’s superhuman driving abilities after about 5 seconds. This is just what you do, it’s called defensive driving.

Not to detract from the prototypes at all, the cars and teams are amazing, but I would follow WEC just for the GTs.

Neutral:

Charlie’s Angels, of all movies, got this more right. When they’re wearing earpieces and mics in the party scene, they just speak and listen. In the context of the insanity of this movie, it’s almost jarring.

Field’s hesitant reaction to the question of whether it is a production car isn’t exactly confidence inspiring

There’s no real suspension at the front