The only time I found the Festiva to be interesting was when I scored a free one from my friends wrecking yard, and I spent an afternoon trashing it on my gokart track... rolled it twice and was able to flip it back on it's wheels by myself.

I'm a unwavering VW enthusiast, and I consider it to be a boring looking "Me Too" sedan of the highest order. It's fun to drive, even sporty if you slap the right parts on it... but words cannot describe how uninteresting that car looks.

Saturn Sky is really boring to drive. I had more fun in a Yugo Cabriolet.

There's a few.

I've converted several of my female friends to driving enthusiasm. I have always been a proponent of the manual transmission, and my troupe of girlies were unwilling to learn. So, one by one, I'd take them out to the bar, where I'd proceed to get stonking shit-faced, and make them drive my car back home... their only…

Hey, just so you know; it's not terribly difficult or expensive to build your own 3D printer (go look up Benjamin Heckendorn, he has a tutorial on how to build a quality printer for under $800) then teach yourself some 3D rendering software skills, and you could start making your own HO scale bodies... or any other…

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Oh man... I have a pretty stout firearms collection. Guns are rad, and I don't have enough of them yet. I modified a gun rack to fit in my 1987 VW Cabriolet (yes, I own one gay car) because I'm moving to Oregon, and I think my little vert would look sweet with my Mossberg hanging behind the driver seat.

When I was in my early twenties, I moved to San Francisco, and was at serious risk of becoming the aforementioned prius-driving-fashion-queen. Luckily for me, it turns out that I hate people and crowded urban environments. So I moved back to the mountains and turned into a 70's Porsche-hooning-radness-fabricator. It…

This where being gay comes in handy. Unless you're dating a prius-driving-fashion-queen, all guys like cars, and by proxy, love hooning. Bringing home an FR-S/BRZ to a same sex male partner would undoubtedly be met with praise (and to a certain extent, lesbians as well).

Rad! I have a metallic blue '73 fastback sedan and a maroon 1972 wagon that's in pretty sad condition (I have plans to restore it after I've finish the sedan). I grew up in both of these cars (plus my Vanagon and my Porsche) and I'm just glad that my dad never gets rid of anything.

Ah, but here's the difference: You can watch other motorsports sober, and still be entertained. You HAVE to be drunk to enjoy NASCAR. And you forgot the Aussies and their V8 Supercar... those guys drink like they don't want to live (but V8 Supercar is fun to watch regardless of levels of intoxication).

Why are they getting so worked up over the accident? Crashes are the ONLY thing in NASCAR that people derive entertainment from. Seriously, it's absolutely the least interesting motor sport. Don't believe me? Think about this: Why do all the fans have to be shit-house drunk to watch it?

So I guess you were right: All BMW owners ARE ass-hats. Thanks for living up to your stereotype.

Here's a good obscure car for you to do a piece on: 1968-1974 Volkswagen 411 and 412. They came in three flavors: wagon, fastback sedan, and fastback coupe. These things are so obscure, almost nobody remembers them. I've been friends with life long VW enthusiasts that had never seen (or heard of) the 411 until they…

The father of an old friend of mine used to (and probably still does) park his pewter metallic 1983 Lamborghini Countach in his living room next to the couch at his home in the Oakland Hills (CA). He bought it brand new, drove it almost every day, and when his wife said "it's me or the car" he chose the car.

LOL. The racing in the film was fun to watch... I could have done without the rest of it.

You've clearly never driven BMW. If you had, you wouldn't run your fat idiot mouth.

I'll take the plexiglass rims over Cor rims.

Getting out quickly requires practice. I'm telling you, it's kinda tricky and requires a considerable amount of physical effort... a task made more difficult by drivers fatigue and shock from having an accident, there's also fumbling with harnesses and the wheel release while you have mad adrenaline pumping through…