(We’re all still here next week. I don’t know if I was subconsciously all depressed in this but chances are we’re not actually going anywhere. Sorry for the scare.)

Congratulations, SCOOB, for winning the final COTD

“You’re on fire, bro.”

About 20 years ago I found a classic car dealer about an hour from my house. They had a ‘72 Chevelle SS, black with white stripes, 454, 4 on the floor. Could’ve bagged it for $12k. Told myself, “Don’t be a horse’s ass, don’t jump at the first thing you see, sleep on it and decide tomorrow.” So I did. Drove an hour…

Tyler Rogoway.

A smug of Prius.

Plural of Prius? Hell?!?

An “indignation of Priuses” works to describe those sanctimonious bastards.

“Gaggle” is the common racetrack term, but “Murder of Miatas” works.

Pri’i?

I know a hell of a lot about cars and I hate Prii. So there.

Nowhere, but at approximately 5:10 in the PM i’ll be balls deep in it.

That always drives me nuts. Going up a hill while driving? Press the fucking gas pedal!!!

People have applied the physics of laminar flow to traffic models. Lanes going at different speeds are like flows of liquid. If people would stay in their different lanes, it is postulated that the flow between lanes at different speeds would be smoother. However, people like to change lanes a lot, and that makes the…

“How Not To Get Stuck In Traffic: Don’t Drive TROLLOLOLOL.”

Ideally, you’re supposed to wind up in first as you are downshifting while you slow down anyway.

Would a track-day episode of The Trouble With Tribbles be called: The Misery with Miatas?

That’s definitely the Porsche Cayenne.