Really? Ah, nuts.

Christ, don't get me started. My mother believes this shit... :(

Now that I have seen this, the rest of my life will be naught but a welter of sorrow and disappointment that I am not transported everywhere in one of my very own. I would like mine to be a steam-powered series hybrid, please.

I dunno. Heat-death of the universe?
I liked Jalopnik best when it was a blog run by some fat, hairy dudes who liked beer, 80s hardcore punk and weird car stuff, and delivered pizzas in their clapped-out muscle cars in their youth. Oh, and that Murilee chick. She was cool too.

No days off. KINJA MUST EAT...

Oh my...

If only they didn't own Jalopnik...

THIS

I have NEVER had a car with flammable coolant, and I once owned an Austin Allegro...

All of Iain M Banks' novels, that's what you need. The Culture is some of the best space opera ever. Ever.

The Culture should be where we live. Sadly, it's gonna take tactical voting in more than just the Hugos...

"you don't make *any* decisions based solely on logic, or reasoned judgement?"

Christ, I had enough trouble once from putting the wrong bulb in the rear light cluster on my 83 Fiesta. Fuck, I hate car electrics. Goddamn witchcraft...

I dunno, I got hit around the kidneys, but maybe that one was a Cayman...

Does that mean Priuses are out of season too?

Yeah, I know, I've seen them eat... things... All the things. Friend of mine had one I once spent a loooong bus-journey with.

Which then explodes.

I can get one with a cannon? Sweet.

Whoooooosssshhhh.

Shit, I can't do that standing still.