Excellent choice. And while we're on the subject of Lancias...

My '88 turbo wagon with a stick has a little over 263K on it right now, and while the interior plastics rattle and buzz a bit, it still accelerates well and is absolutely planted at triple-digit speeds. It easily rides and handles like a car with a tenth of the miles. While there are things that I prefer about the…

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Another favorite I forgot about: the Mustang GTP! Not sure what made it a "Mustang," but it was one heck of a cool car.

Indeed. Personally, if I was loaded enough to afford a really expensive car like that, I'd just go for the full-race version and have fun tracking it (see my choice of McLaren M8F, below), but I dig the crazy endeavor of building street-legal Group C/GTP cars too.

I heartily approve of this. On a related note, remember the Dauer 962?

Since the question wasn't what ultimate high-dollar *street* car, but rather *dream* car, I'm going with a 1971 McLaren M8F. Somebody, I don't remember who, bought me a 1/24-scale model kit of this car when I was about 10 or 11. It was a pretty decent quality kit, lots of detail under the bodywork (even molded rivet…

Oh, I don't know—it makes pretty good sense to me. I have a collection of cars (albeit nowhere near as pricey as the cars in the ad, but until recently, it did include a Jag XJR), and my DD is an '88 740 wagon, turbo, with a stick. It's a fun car to drive now, and was certainly more of a revelation back in the late…

The facelifted EXP was, IMO, not a bad looking car. But the first-gen EXP was...different. And it definitely would have benefited from a better looking front end.

I never thought I'd say this, but this EXP is the better looking one.

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me."

It's an old-school anesthetic, and yeah, it can make one trip balls. Also, to quote the good Doctor of Journalism, Hunter S. Thompson, "There is nothing more helpless and irresponsible than a man in the depths of an ether binge."

Well, the doctors apparently didn't want Curious George to vomit up the puzzle piece (probably for fear that it would become lodged in his throat or cause other damage to his throat) and thought it better to operate. I think I can trust that Curious George's doctors exercised sound medical judgment and that it is…

Sometime in the early '80s, before he became an irrelevant curmudgeon, Pat Bedard wrote a column in C/D extolling the virtues of Hydrox cookies over Oreos. To be honest, the subsequent shitstorm from readers (weighing in on both sides) was more amusing than the column itself.

He has more than one?

Several hours after eating a dozen of the Volvoreos, I'm sad to report that I've got one hell of a stomachache. Lacking any medical books, I grabbed the only book in my house that seems to have information on my malady: Curious George Goes to the Hospital.

I just went outside and ate the eight vent controls in my two 240s. Reasonably tasty. I'll let you know how it all turns out.

So, if real estate were math, the equation would look something like this:

Happily, I get to see one every day (non-turbo, but I don't mind).