I actually have a thing for red leather... its just something about burgundy cloth and plastic in a 360 degree scenario that makes me want to drive into an active volcano.

I hate taking pictures at Auto Shows where clueless people walk in front of your camera and pop the hood to discuss horsepower figures and incorrectly describe how turbochargers work. I need to work on getting a press pass.

And now you begin the sweat phase. Your over-compensating body-thermometer continues feeding heat energy to your pits and crotch, which in turn begin seeping moisture faster than you can remove garments. And then the lady wants to check that you haven't got a bomb in your iPhone and the beads sluice from your forehead…

How can you not think to yourself: "I'm driving from inside a whale's vagina right now"...?

Cadillac's latest interiors are getting really nice, but they should look back a bit and accept that this is the way to do it. And how about...

What a laughable release of photos.

For the impulsive buyers in Florida who don't want to travel to Texas:

Tom, Tom, Tom... Can I call you Tommy? For a sec? No? Ok, Tom.

This is absolutely not true... any Subaru, Volkswagen, or Toyota I've owned has included DRL but did not have automatic headlights. The fact that DRLs are on does not mean that any lights are illuminated on the rear of the vehicle. DRLs also have a far lower light output than actual headlights.

Eco lights don't let you know that anything is amiss, yet they flash rather distractingly in your direct line of sight on the gauge pod. It's the flashing that's the worst. Flashing lights usually mean something seriously bad is going on, not that you're merely waffling in and out a certain level of fuel consumption.

I noticed that you don't have a bag... for your bag.

Did I tell you about the time I crashed an Aston Martin DBS on the launch event, then wrote a slightly scathing review, and the then CEO Dr. Bez went ape-shit? Understandable I suppose, but despite it being only a little crash-ette he still wouldn't look at me, let alone talk to me for six years. He once shook the…

It happened about five months ago. I'm sitting around the house in my underwear, wondering how the hell Drew Carey puts up with all those aging Midwesterners who scream like an airplane-riding infant the second they win a bottle of Listerine. And I get a message from Jalopnik editorial fellow Chris Perkins.

Reach for the stars so if you fall, you land on a cloud of... wait WTF were they thinking.

laughing in my cube at this one

HUHWHWHAAAT. Will trade my new Sportwagen for this. Just debut this with an even trade VAG loyalty program...

I know the answer is always Miata... but the FR-S clearly has better fuel consumption ratings.

Looks fast... even when its standing still!

bro its called "tuck" bro

Everyones is drunks.