It’s topical. My wife is a music teacher and she’s in the middle of the annual recorder unit right now.

Yeah, this just screams ‘make me into a race car.’

That right there is the stuff of nightmares.

I used to have a 1993 Subaru Justy. It was a hilarious car and I loved it, but it couldn’t have been any safer than that Rover. I have never seen such a flimsy car. If I supported the front of the car by the front two jack points, behind the front wheels, the car sagged enough that the doors wouldn’t open or close…

Fantastic. Hard-hitting journalism. NOw can you tell me what that ‘M’ was on the back windshield of first-gen Taurus and Sable wagons? That has only bugged me for about thirty years.

This happened to me last March at National Corvette Museum. I love driving in the wet, but as you can see it was just pouring down buckets. I ended up awfully close to that tire wall.

Pretty Parsh. Goooood Parsh.

Story time!

Man. Have you ever ridden Greyhound?

I think I made a poor choice of words when I said ‘political ignorance.’ I tried to go back and edit it and ran into problems.

They’re missing a fair number of cars there. I remember Michael Schumacher jumping an F430 so high that it broke the windshield when it came down.

Plenty of public services are not profitable on an easily tabulated balance sheet. Schools, for example, are not immediately profitable. But they provide a benefit to our society that is measurable in other ways. A better educated population is better-suited to make important decisions, is capable of doing more…

I think if you consider Amtrak an important service for the public, as this piece does and as I do, then profitability isn’t an appropriate measure of success.

I generally stick my nose up at crossovers, but I also bought a new Outback last March - my first new car ever.

I know you said no to a Mercedes, but I think the E-class wagon is rare enough to check the ‘exclusive’ or ‘uncommon’ box.

Man, this is a simple question with a complicated answer. I mean, briefly, I think lots of your readers (me included) imagine cars as having souls. So why wouldn’t you want one that actually acts like it? I think possibly because we want to imagine that character ourselves, and not have it actually come alive in front…

I will try to tell this story as briefly as I can.

This is the only F50 that exists, in my mind. I never liked the road car.

I was pretty enamored with the Ameritech as a kid. Then the Corvette Indy concept after it, which was very similar.

My wife knows better than to try to get me something for my car. Racing is an irresponsibly expensive hobby anyway, so I ask her not to get me anything. Leaving the family for a whole weekend at a time to race around some track in another stage several times a year is present enough.