I’m going to take another route. The Mazda 6.

“Physics’ Bitches” is the first that came to mind.

There’s a larger issue here. We all know how many clowns can fit into a small car. So if that’s a clown bus which became too full, there’s a whole clown platoon in that thing.

I once had an ‘89 Pulsar. Not convertible, but it had t-tops. I thought it would help me enter a mythical life of fetes and galas with the beautiful people of the late 80s and early 90s hitherto unknown to me during my Chevette and Pinto driving days, but alas, it did not.

A friend drove 10 hours with a fussy, very unhappy two year old daughter in the back seat. He described it as trying to concentrate while being jabbed in the back of the neck with a knife every five minutes.

If you’re ever driving in one of those areas and have car trouble, do not stop your vehicle in front of one of those ramps. When I was a kid going on a family vacation I saw the aftermath of what happens if a car’s in the way when a truck needs to use the ramp.

Mine stopped working after six months. I replaced it with a quartz Citizen Eco-drive that’s lasted for a few years so far.

Mine stopped working after six months. I replaced it with a quartz Citizen Eco-drive that’s lasted for a few years…

I’ve seen six of these and particularly liked John Dies at the End, Nightwatch and Troll Hunter, so I’ll have to check out the rest of the list.

I recently re-read Nineteen Eighty-Four and found it even more disturbing than when I first did. This quote stood out:

I saw this and immediately thought of Barthelme’s “The Glass Mountain.” An excerpt:

No Tomb Raider: Angel of Darkness Chevrolet SSR?

If the Internet has taught us anything, it’s that Mustangs should only be hooned when far away from any bystanders, preferably surrounded by a large body of water.

Similar to my experience. My dad had an affinity for muscle cars and pickups, and I remember regularly being in the back of a Super Bee, Impala SS and the bed of a C10 pickup. I also recall being in the back of a Corvette, I think an uncle’s. Then there was the occasional motorcycle ride.

Sorry, it will continue to have my disdain, as I drove one nearly 700 miles in two days. A few years ago I had to go to some client meeting at my old job and was told to rent a car as it made the expenses easier, so I did. When I picked it up, the guy at the counter said, “We have a brand new PT Cruiser for ya’!” I…

While I’m not a fan of Evans, he shouldn’t get all the blame. Rather, I think the producers relied too much on older Top Gear formulas and bits—especially using three-wheeled Reliants in the premier episode—which seemed sad and reminded people of the departed trio. They also appeared to be forcing a chemistry between…

I was there a couple years ago while visiting relatives. And the road I took up to the Parkway was NC 80, which turned out to be a nice surprise, and the GPS looked like spaghetti. I later found out it’s known as the “Devil’s Whip.”

Toyota MR2. A reasonably affordable, solidly built, mid-engined sporty car.

So in Russia the BMW drivers are the most calm, level headed and willing to help diffuse a bad situation? It really is opposite world.

Oh, one other small correction. Infinite Jest has end notes, not footnotes. I also recall Wallace correcting an interviewer—possibly Terry Gross—on that point.

I really have read all of Gravity’s Rainbow and Infinite Jest. Sections of both are brilliant, but others I got through as kind of a “I got this far; keep going to the next brilliant part” thought process. I did shelf the Pynchon epic for a while. In short I got to a certain fairly stomach churning scene which,…