I feel like we’re missing out on endless possibilities for fun here. What if I want a Mach-E that screams “SPOOOOOOOOONNNN!!!!” every time I hit the “gas”?

This tow truck from Maximum Overdrive. Even without the bloody fender, it’s a scary looking truck, but the cherry on top is the compressed air starter. The obnoxious, jump-scare-worthy racket it made while springing to life made this one stand out big time.

Not to be afraid to dive in headfirst, even if things look intimidating. I told my mother I would put new headlight lenses on her Xterra. And I did. Even though the job involves taking the whole damn front off of the truck. But I did it. And it wasn’t that bad. It looked really, really bad. Halfway through, the truck…

My Olds. To a lot of people, GM A-Bodies look very similar from 1968-1973. The ‘68 Olds stands out because none of them got a face like this:

Was at a local Ford dealership and they had what looked like the truck from Sanford & Son in the showroom. I geeked out a bit and started taking pics. I asked the salesman if it was THE truck and he said yes.

It’s easy to go with perennial favorites here like the Fiero or the Corvair, but I feel like getting attacked in the comments today, so I’ll say it:

I see a lot of people in the comments already shrieking their counterpoints, and as an 80's kid, I’ll try to stay balanced here - I believe you’re correct that we wanted it to fail because communism. It didn’t help that Yugo itself produced ads with the tagline “Buy a little freedom, buy a Yugo.” It was fashionable to…

It was the 4th of July. My wife and I were taking the kids to my parents’ house to cook out together and enjoy the day. We agreed to bring desert, which was IMHO damn impressive. Tons of precision craftsmanship went into arranging strawberries, blueberries and whipped cream to create what looked to be an insanely…

Raptor badging or actually being eaten by raptors? 

From personal experience - and for not the usual reasons - I’m going with the Corvair.

My first memory is sitting in my father’s lap, steering his yellow 1970 Skylark convertible in the parking lot at preschool. At the time, I had no idea he had a finger on the wheel - I just thought I was already a really great driver.

As the owner of a 1968 Cutlass, I definitely have a thing for Oldsmobiles, and (surprisingly), most all off the incarnations of the car had merit. Picking a least favorite will be controversial as I don’t totally hate the last gasp (you know, the Cutlibu), but instead it’s really hard to look at a Cutlass from 1978-82.…

(*HONK*) HEY! PUT YOUR CAR OUT AND MOVE IT!

Behold, my 1968 Oldsmobile!

For me it’s always been the 1966 Chevelle SS. It was really peak for the boxy muscle cars that mostly went away in ‘68. The ‘66 does it for me thanks to its wrap-around grill giving it an elegant yet angry snarl, it’s C-pillars (technically b-pillars I guess) that stretch past the rear window because looks are more…

This was my second car, but in retrospect it was a terrible idea and as a first car it would have been even worse - I had a 1990 Mustang GT. Foxbody Mustangs were cheap and easy ways for high schoolers to go fast. I was a good kid and I still found myself way too tempted to speed and do stupid things. Which I did.…

This situation calls for a Triumph Spitfire. Parts are about as easy to come by as MGs, prices recently hit bottom on them, and they are super easy to work on. Plus it’s got a gorgeous profile.

That’s an easy one.

See?! Tailgating is dangerous and irresponsible.

Chevy 2.8 V6 with a 3-speed automatic and no overdrive AND A/C? A little quick math factoring in the weight and the ratio of the dual axle and I calculate this vehicle’s top speed to be -5 mph.