We don't need cops like that. Deputy Culpepper is lucky he didn't get his license revoked, and then end up in jail for aggravated vehicular assault.

Like I haven't been drawing these things in my sketch books for the last 15 years... oh wait. YES I HAVE! I even built one about 6 years ago.

That is one stupid looking Ferrari.

This is one of the incredibly weird and interesting cars that I've wanted for years. Unfortunately, I seldom see them for sale. When I do; they either cost more than I'm willing to pay for an 80's Nissan, or they're bought up super quick.

I wanted to paint it white, but fell in love with the burnt color.

Porsche... Especially the classic Carrera. I'm attracted to them, my ex was attracted to them, pretty much every guy I know is attracted to them... You know what car chicks like? Two words: Mini. Cooper.

I'm an artist... I don't have to justify any of my automotive purchases (of which I ALWAYS make excellent choises). Regardless of it's funky weirdness, if happens to appeal to a particular creative mood, it'll probably end up in my driveway.

What? Nobody told you that paint can stick to stainless steel?

Move to Oregon, buy a retired Formula Vee race car, put lights on it, and register it as a custom Beetle. Oregon is the "We don't give a fuck about what you drive, just as long as it has lights" state.

The new commercial is what I imagine Wall Street executives do on the weekend.

Also, the Corvette is heavier and has the same horsepower.

The GTI is good, but the mk1 Scirocco is WAY better.

Pretentious or not, I still want one.

I absolutely agree. GT5 is much better than Forza in regards to physics and accuracy... and that "heavy" feeling that you get with ALL of the cars? Holy shit, I hate that.

Meh. At least the Aston Martin can go around corners.

I would drive the hell outta that thing. It's just the right level of practicality, and complete insanity. Rolling DJ booth for hipster parties? I think: YES.

It desperately wants to be a Vanquish...

...and people wonder why I want to leave California.

You are a sick and monstrous excuse for a human being. Please find the time to say goodbye to all of the friends you don't have, saunter your twisted self into the bathroom, and shoot yourself in the face.

I'll have you know; sarcasm is my Kryptonite... ouch.