The Journal goes on to write that one of the main challenges involving the F&F franchise at this point is making sure everyone’s ego is lovingly, massively stroked...

I don’t think you have any idea how this website works.

On the Marshall Pruett Podcast, Marshall has explained that there is technology that would allow the twin turbos’ turbine wheels to generate more electricity and provide boost to the electric motors. Now, I am DEFINITELY not a tech expert, I’m just relaying what Marshall said on the show. 

Oh yeah, I remember this. Why are they bothering to drive it around with the camo then?

How badly do you wish you could be a fly on the wall of that reveal when they finally take the cover off this thing and it looks just like a god damned Ford Escape.

He’s just a cute li’l Bronclet.

Jaw, meet floor. COTD.

Yeah, once they added that sharp downturn of the hood just before the front wheels, it never really left. The C2 still looks quite similar in profile, but it lacks that chin in the front.

I am very jealous. That’s awesome.

How dare you.

My upper-Midwest brain is very puzzled after reading this whole thing. I knew the whole living-in-campers thing was going on out there in the Golden State, but I had no idea it has gotten to this. People paying rent for a dilapidated fucking van in a fleet of other dilapidated fucking vans.

I mean, I get where they’re going with it. Here’s an IndyCar steering wheel:

What in the world... When and where was that top image taken, and what was it from? I need to know more about that.

FACT: You can’t steer a car without a steering wheel.

My favorite ads were always from the ad campaign created by DDB in 1959. These were my two favorites. The body copy on these is genius.

It doesn’t matter where you’ve been, as long as you know where you’re going.©

But, will it off-road? Is it big enough to finagle an old CJ platform underneath it? Kind of make your own mini The Excellent like on the Grand Tour?

THANK YOU. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember the actual name and struck out on the Google machine.

Well, he probably shouldn’t have bought a Subearu, then.

The bit he did after this where he wore his Driver Fear Indicator (or whatever he called it, I can’t find the clip anywhere) that was just a diaper with wires strapped all over it that measured a driver’s terror in a range from small pucker to full-on soilage was very fun. It was silly and delightful.