Cars and Coffee should be retooled to be Cars, Coffee, and Canines.

Ah. Close enough.

They’re a multinational oil company used to tons bad press and being the bad guy. I’m guessing they could have very easily said “fuck it”. Instead, they chose otherwise. And yes, this does net them goodwill. Doing a good thing even when it’s in your benefit is still a good thing.

“...you know, now that I think about it, that is a better title.”

This almost made me spit out my drink.

Updated Resume Reads: Former employee of Beer Marijuana Workplace

She’s not picky whether its the bike, the 1950 merc, or anything else as long as we are going for a ride.

My best friend Willy trying out the Little Tikes truck I had just assembled, a gift for my grandniece’s birthday the following day.

This is my pupper Brie on her first of many cross-country trips. I go to school in the Bay Area but drive home to Albuquerque for Christmas and summer break. Luckily for me she falls asleep almost instantly on the highway. This was only about six weeks after I adopted her, and she was only spayed afew days before…

Cruisin’

Cajun Al’s Steak and Dinner Theater presents a good old fashioned New Orleans murder mystery:

You have no idea how little there is to do when I work nights. I live for this shit.

She was quite popular in a local Christmas parade, but was quite nervous.

Turbo, I was promised he would be brought home in a 911 turbo. The dog is here, the car is not.

“SKELLLLLAAAAA!!!”

Best. Jalopnik post. Ever.

These were taken the very first time I took the shell of the Bronco. Needless to say, I’m not the only one who thought it was great.

Every time I look at this pic I’m disappointed neither of us are throwing a gang sign.

“Their six-year-old daughter, Sylvie”