I know, I miss being able to see down the road. Now I’m stuck staring at ugly liftgates everywhere I go. So it goes.

Dick Dale is a fuckin’ G. Can’t find a left-handed guitar? Fuck it, just take a regular one and learn to play upside down. Here he is playing punk rock in 2009.

No, it needs a dollar sign. And a hashtag. #B-$pøq

Hey, I lick windows. Nothing wrong with licking windows.

24 Hours of Dayton

R53 LIFE, SON.

Sometimes, it feels like turkeys deserve what’s coming to them on this day.

I check Traffic Jams just to see what you’re gonna post. Shit’s always out of left field. The drumming makes this such an awkward little album.

Discount racing harness? Are you kidding? If I’m in the market for a racing harness (I’m not), I’m gonna get the fanciest, snazziest most expensive one I can afford (none, because I’m broke). It’s gonna cost as much as the crapcan 240sx or whatever I’m putting it in. Shit can get pretty hairy on race tracks. When…

Yo, why’d they put exhaust tips on the front?

And it comes with SO MANY PARTS.

I drove for a whole year without updating my inspection and never got a penalty. PA stickers never stay on for a full year anyway, making them virtually unreadable as they start to curl away from the windshield.

I think “Last Night” suffered from overexposure. Is This It? was a pretty good album, an exercise in restraint when bombast was the order of the day. The perfect hangover album.

Oh God, I had a Mexican one. The trunk would randomly pop open at speed. I eventually stopped changing the oil until it was time to junk it. Good stereo, though.

Gaaaah, I can’t stop staring at where the hatch should be. It’s bugging me out like a phantom limb.

Holy hell, Smith used to REALLY be on top of his game. West Philly in the building!

Lol, every single one of youse gets a star.

That’s what I meant, I just refuse to call it a bonnet because I’m on the left side of the Atlantic.

Yeah, they probably opened the hood, didn’t see an engine and assumed it’s a shell.

So me, my best friend and his wife (then girlfriend) go to see 127 Hours after Thanksgiving dinner. During that scene, a woman in the audience screamed and there was somebody laying in the aisle. Turns out her boyfriend passed out (not that I blame the guy, that was gruesome). It was a pretty good movie, but I’ll…