You gotta get hip, daddy-o!

They do exist.

First of all, I am amazed at your wrenching skills to be able to take some of these heaps and fix them up into running, driving, at least somewhat reliable drivers. That’s incredible!

OK, I’m loving this use of the Oxford calamari.

They stole my design. I drew that exact car on the inside of my Trapper Keeper in middle school.

What’s the Rolls’ version of “BE SURE TO DRINK YOUR OVALTINE”?

I had to search, but I found it!

Sounds like Blindsight, by Peter Watts. At least as terrifying as this.

I didn’t find Eric’s tone negative at all. He seems very supportive of what this judge is attempting.

Side story: I once played ‘yutz’ as a Scrabble word, much to the anger of one my girlfriend’s father, who turned out to be a raging anti-semite. Or maybe he was just pissed I scored 72 points on a single play.

Car Salesman: The Bronco’s been discontinued. We’re trying to shed that whole fugitive on the run thing. This is the Escape.

So the car’s a Crack Pipe however much it sold for, amirite?

2020, screaming blood-red bridge? Checks out.

They said they’d fix the road when pigs fly.

That’s why there has to be one of those stickers on both sides of the car: so it can both “turn to the left” and “turn to the right.”

Those 3 aren’t nearly as bad as this one. The van of broken hopes and shattered dreams.