The 2019 Chicago Auto Show was one of the better shows in recent memory, despite missing some key manufacturers like BMW and Mercedes.

It was a 2018 Dodge Challenger Hellcat Widebody with 707 horsepower and a 6-speed manual transmission.

I can only presume it is the Pizza King himself.

The 2017 Shelby GT350 is so different from the other Mustangs in the stable that it doesn’t even have a Mustang badge. What it does have is massive brakes, sticky tires, a screaming engine and a smiling driver.

We’ve had it for under an hour and it’s already completely blown me away. More information to come after a bit more... erm.... research.

Every so often I have the irrational need to buy a car, and today it just happens to be the Porsche 914.

A Dodge Viper sadly did not survive the Fourth of July weekend. The driver overstepped the car’s limits and slammed into the side of an RV. He then ran away, leaving his injured passenger trapped inside the mangled car.

My poor Volkswagen GTI spent the week at a local body shop getting all spruced up after someone backed into it. As a result, I was given my first-ever rental car, a 2017 Nissan Sentra.

The Maserati GranTurismo first came onto the scene ten years ago and despite huge advancements in automotive technology in the years since, Maserati will still sell you a largely-unchanged GranTurismo if you’re a massive idiot.

Long story short, my sister’s friend backed into the front of my 2007 GTI.

I was helping a friend look for a car on Craigslist today and I found a couple things that I just have to share.

If you haven’t had a tetanus booster in a while, you might want to steer clear of this man’s Honda Civic. Sporting a shark’s mouth on the side and a unique half black/half rust paint job, it’s clear whoever drives this car clearly does not give a even a quarter of a fuck.

Some cars just come off as supremely douchey, like this convertible Ford Mustang for example. While Sylvester Stallone likely spent a pretty penny ruining this Mustang, you don’t have to be a film star to own a repulsive car.

A year ago this week, my 2000 Chevy Blazer took a massive, stinking shit in my friend’s driveway. To replace it, I somehow convinced my parents that a 10-year-old German hot hatch would be the perfect car to see me off into college.

The 2016 Volkswagen Beetle Dune is Volkswagen’s own take on a modern Baja Bug, and I think it’s pretty cool.

Tomorrow I begin my first semester at Ball State University studying journalism, yet I spend most of my time wondering if there are any decent roads in the area.

“I should’ve bought a Miata” I said to myself while staring at my new car. It was dirty, noisy, and had puked coolant all over itself after having to be pushed up the driveway. Now, two and a half years later, I’m extremely glad that I didn’t.

Go ahead, give him a ticket. He don’t give half a plebeian fuck.

I’m not asking you to buy my car, I’m asking just asking someone to buy my car... however...