30 years later in the 80's I can well remember how the Canadian education system handled it. We were shown diagrams of concentric blast radii centered on prime targets in our city and reassured that no matter the size of the warhead we were all living well inside the ‘instant vaporization’ zone. Looking back it seems…

Yep, quietest subway system I’ve ever ridden.

Useless rear window. Ludicrously expensive. Horrible reliability. Suggests the driver is a drug dealer or a wall street trader with no taste. Can be seen in the dictionary beside the entry for ‘trying too hard.’

Damn straight - my ‘88 Chevy Sprint was a fuel-sipping, 77hp beast with the 5spd. Pack 4 200lb+ people into it (yes, it’s possible!) and it took corners like it was on rails.

My dad had a green hardtop ‘77. He sold it before I was old enough to drive (not that he would ever have let me drive it!) but I happily remember a number of drives we took in that car. Hell, I can remember him trying to explain to me what the tachometer measured and failing due to my 10yr-old lack of…

I claim no knowledge whatsoever of the history or mechanical underpinnings of the Toronado, but I vividly remember driving one horrific example repeatedly. Long ago when I was a broke recent graduate I worked for a particularly disreputable auto auction house. The owner would hire anyone with a driver’s licence and a…

Which sucks because the Mazda5 was an awesome minivan that’s as much fun to drive as any other midsize car. I’m still pissed I couldn’t get a stick with leather seats, but if they brought it back with a diesel and a 6-spd I’d be first in line to buy.

VAG will do it better than Tesla, adding a charging network is not a hard thing to do.

Or put a diesel 4-banger into an updated Mazda5. I’d buy one of those in a heartbeat.

I bought one with a manual and 4-cylinder back when they first came out and really liked it despite being somewhat underpowered. Rented a more recent model a couple of years ago and hated it: bloated, slow, horrible auto tranny, tons of road noise, felt wildly unstable at high-speeds. The Tucson was a nice little…

I’ve got a co-worker who has one. Drives just like a regular Golf with the same torque as the diesel. The electric acceleration is good, but not as awe-inspiring as a Tesla (for a million very good reasons). Telematics are still dated compared to just about any other car on the road, even with the sophisticated…

I’m confused - is this one of the ‘responsible gun owners’ we keep hearing about? And is that due to him being ‘responsible’ enough to ONLY kill himself?

Yeah, but the car is heavily regulated, inspected annually, taxed heavily and requires both extensive standardized training and a lot of insurance. Guns require none of this.

Does it have 4 seats? If not, it’s not comparable, is it?

THIS. I need something practical enough to be a daily driver, which means a back seat to put my daughter’s car seat in. There are not a lot of options out there and the Mini is a perfect fit.

Here’s the story of how I almost stole one of the crappiest cars ever built - completely by accident. It was 1992 and I was driving a 1987 Chevy Sprint that was a hand-me-down from my older brother (thanks Dave!). The cheapest body Chevy could build with the smallest 3cyl/70hp engine Suzuki could make. Mated with a…

But...my dad’s 1984 240SX actually DID have just that button! It was his mid-life crisismobile and while he was disappointed with the fact that the one he found had an automatic (buying used, of course - it wasn’t that much of a mid-life crisis) he was in love with the looks. The odd thing about it was that there was…

Exactly what I’m worried about - threaten right-wing bigots with cuts to education and they’ll double down every time. Hell, the true t-baggers even turned down millions in medical funding in order to spurn Obamacare and it’s their aging white constituents that needed that help the most! I’d love to think that this…

Chess is an (IMHO) excellent musical that was instantly dated by being set in during the height of the cold war. The story centers around a chess tournament between the American (a thinly veiled Bobby Fischer analogue) and the Russian (a generic Russian grandmaster). This is only window dressing as the real plot…

Oh god, I learned to drive on a 1979 version of this. It was always a big square monstrosity.