Pffft! This list isn’t complete without anodized/tinted aluminum/steel. Yep, that ain’t no trick of light. That dash trim is indeed blue-tinted aluminum. I know, I own one like it.

I dunno. You come across pretty bitchy.

Yeah...I dunno who either of these two dinks are.

I’m a driver of beaters and a lover of cantankerous old shit, so I’ve naturally done some sketchy things. This includes clamping off a brake line with Vice-grips to “fix” a seized brake caliper, pouring Big Gulp ice around a vapor-locked carb (and then fending off the obligatory hoards of hornets with a floor mat),…

You forgot the Zuckerbilt Potentate and the Trumpadore Facismo.

This story makes me sick. Seriously, what a truly fucked up thing. Imagine, as a man—which constitutes the bulk of readers here—the mind-blowingly scary scenario of being help at gunpoint and told that not only are they gonna steal all your money, they’re gonna rape you as well, all the while insinuating you won’t die…

What I read, “I like boring black, which is almost as lame as silver (and twice as hot on a sweltering day), so fuck off those of you who dare to dig cool British Racing, brilliant emerald and psychedelic fluorescent greens!”

“You know, I think you’re right? I’m imagining shots of people who have just picked up the car they’ve bought, being asked how they feel, if they’re excited, whatever. That could be honest, maybe fun to see.”

I was just gonna say, “...and sometimes your Saab is a GMC.”

You still don’t understand what a sports car is. “Quick” is relative. A muscle car (and, apparently, a minivan) is quick off the line, but what happens when you reach a corner? Well, you plow because they’re heavy pigs. Power often results in weight.

You don’t understand what a “sports car” is. Hint, it ain’t a “muscle car” or a “performance car.”

It’s not just minivans either. We’ve been living in the age of a 260+ horsepower Camry for awhile now. That’s more ponies than the famed Mustang 5.0 or the vaunted IROC-Z. Think about that for a moment.

Damn straight! So sick of people wanting their off-road, bad-ass SUV-thing to function like a sedan.

While you’re at it, read Jack London’s The Iron Heel. And then, after reading it, take a stroll down the supermarket aisles, turning random items over ‘til you find who manufactures/owns that product/brand and noting how for every “industry” there are two or three conglomerates who control it. Then, go re-read The…

All I know is, I don’t wear the logos of current corporations at all. I’m no walking billboard for an entity that couldn’t give two shits for me beyond the money in my wallet. Willingly advertising for a corporation as a fan is bad enough, but paying to do so is, quite frankly, ridiculous. They want me to advertise…

“...if I was going to shop for a 90-100 thousand dollar luxury sports car...”

Says the guy who loves another shitty company enough to proudly wear their logo like a marked bitch.

There’s another facet to this when buying parts on ebay and amazon, even if they’re a trusted brand: namely, what exactly are you getting? What’s the history of the part? Is there a reason it’s so comparatively cheap? I’ve purchased both outer tie-rod ends and, just recently, lower control arms from Amazon. They were…