The only problem is that there's not really anywhere you can jet off to on/around 880 that won't put you behind a wall of cars within 20 seconds anyway.

Focus ST, by far. But I'm biased.

When reached for comment, Claudio Sanchez had this to say:

Partial to Vermont Route 100 myself.

Hell of a blind spot.

I'm only buying union-made cars from here on out. I could honestly care less about which flag the car manufacturer waves as long as the workers that built it are respected in their workplace. I'm happy my Focus ST came from a union shop in Michigan, but I'd buy anything built in Europe or Japan where laborers are…

It's no more ludicrous than comparing what amounts to a rapid transit station to a simple bus shelter. It's infrastructure and it costs money, but as a part of a larger system its benefits vastly outweigh the costs.

I work in transit planning. "Superstops" are brought into play when designing Bus Rapid Transit systems, or rapid bus systems that take on many characteristics of subways in order to provide the fastest possible service at a fraction of the cost of construction of a new subway system or even a light rail line. When…

Mid-'80s Mitsubishi Colt. First car my mom ever bought new. Likely responsible for my otherwise inexplicable love for hatchbacks.

Everything in this comment is wrong.

You can't just switch truck loyalites like that, this is America.

I got a $358 ticket from Darien, GA local cops sitting on I-95 on my way to spring break last year. Added bonus: If you get tagged going faster than 85, the State of Georgia wants another $200 "Super Speeder Fee" on top of that.

Oh, hey, Holland Tunnel exit.

Definitely a form-over-function accessory given how crappy NYC's traffic light placement usually is.

*golf clap*

This is San Diego in a nutshell. As a Northeasterner recently transplanted here, nobody knows what to do behind the wheel if they so much as see a cloud.

At the CA-163 and I-5 split heading into Balboa Park in San Diego, in fact.

CPH, Copenhagen Airport. Feels like you're in somebody's ultra-hip living room. Super relaxing way to start or end a journey.

As a self-professed hipster I'm totally okay with clinging to my film camera and my clutch pedal and looking down upon the rest of you.

You actually bother waiting in line at that Costco? Every time I leave work I swear the line's back out to Palomar Airport.