Truly an honor...some great Kinja today by many others!

Flyin’ over the track gotta hurry an’ get on back

Yet another example of the toll a life of crime can take on someone.

Fast forward two months, to a quiet scene late at night. The coyote from this story is talking to a group of three younger coyotes, relaying the events that lead to his mysterious arrival in Kananaskis:

I once abused the hell out of a 2008 Dodge Caliber while I drove from Boston to Northfield VT. (I was getting my master’s from Norwich University and that was the most direct/inexpensive flight option available.)

“Dat ass....” — Chris Bangle

I dig it when a good pun is shoveled down my throat. You may proceed.

Using a teenager as a comparison is a good starting point, but I think one of the real reasons Toyota is struggling with image is more buyer maturation.

More like, if you don’t look at the eclipse while holding an American flag, then the terrorists win.

Nah...I think it’s his van-nity getting in the way.

You know what they say...

Bus is Filled with Evil Spirits, Heads Straight for Church

They lost me at “Venetian leather.” On the other hand, if it was Corinthian leather, I’d consider it.

On the street? Not that often. But a couple of guys bring theirs to C&C every once in a while, and then there’s always pictures/Internet...

Or was it Calvin?

Old Morgan that belonged to a high school girlfriend’s dad. She and I were sitting in the car, kissing as teenagers do, when out of nowhere she told me that things weren’t working out and that we should “just be friends.” (Cue sad music...)

Reinstated due to unconstitutionality of discriminating based on one’s use of punctuation.

The anal retentive (or slightly OCD) side of me cringed at the Febreeze air fresheners. If you’re going to go all-in with them, why not be fully-symmetrical and line them up? Or have the outside fresheners low with the inside slightly higher? (See left vent for an example of this low/high configuration, and note…

Ridiculously Thirsty, Really...

Meh. In my experience, DP (diplomatic) plates were a much clearer indication that the driver DGAF.