"who's" != "whose"

In California (at least in the DOT), a Jersey wall is called a K-rail. One of the more minor culture shocks one encounters when one moves from New Jersey to California.

My wife drives an automatic and I haven't shot her at any point in time. Now I feel like a much better human being. It's a warm, cuddly feeling. All these little things add up. I'm even currently wearing pants, and there are zero swastika flags hanging in my house.

Now I have to start my own shitty racing simulator and call it "Grand Tourismo." There would only be one car; my '86 Supra with the rust hole in the tailgate, and one track; I-80 in San Francisco heading to the Bay Bridge at 5pm on a Friday. Bonus points for being able to get the upright bass into the passenger seat.

I had a friend who test drove a new Yugo around this vintage, and the window crank and one of the windshield wipers broke on the test drive. Which was less than a mile.

basket case 1959 Norton Jubilee. Still not together, 7 years later. And I don't even really want it to be.

Actually, I like both kinds of racing, as long as there's a trickle down to street cars. So the most important thing for me is homologation rules. Make sure that if factories want to race, they make those race cars available to us in as pure a form as possible, like God intended. Porsche seems to get it, but I'm…

I second this one.

Yeah, but I swear I heard they make a slightly embiggened model that will take someone up to 6'2" or so. I might have a chance of squeezing into one someday.

I've never been so sad as when I tried to fit in a DeTomaso Pantera.

No!!!!!!! I wanted to believe I would fit in one. Clarkson managed it, after all. I'm so disillusioned.

I keep reading "Audis" as "Saudis" in this headline. Seriously, I've done it like five times, even though I know what the headline says.

Simple solution: If you live in a neighborhood where a motorsports venue is planned, you can voice your noise concerns, and they can reject the plans and move the venue elsewhere. If you move into a neighborhood with an already existing motorsports venue, and you complain about noise, you're evicted.

NP.

What surprises me the most is that there's actually some Shelta in the video. I assumed that "strange Irish Gaelic/Roma patois" would mean "English in an accent nobody will understand." And much of it is. But some of it is legitimate Irish in an accent nobody will understand.

Definitely a car to pine over.

When I first got my driver's license in New Jersey, I showed up at 8 am on a Tuesday morning, thinking it would be quick. I had already passed the tests and all; I just needed to pick up the license.

'R' is for 'Rockford.'

Unless it blows the welds on your intake.

Maybe the Bangle butt was trying to commit suicide.