1962, Costa Mesa High School. Driving a ‘62 Ford Falcon.
The first time we went on the freeway (the 405) I was in the right (slow) lane. Look in the rearview mirror, cars behind me.

“(Freeway on ramp is a good place... PUNCH IT!!)“

It might not have a manual, but at least it’s got a “toe” hitch!

Many military bases have put those places off-limits to their troops.

The “car” I drive for work is right hand drive:

Those of you who’ve received a recall notice are lucky. Most of the manufacturers are sending out the notices STANDARD MAIL.
If you’ve moved, those notices CANNOT BE FORWARDED! Even if you have a forwarding address.

Or Russian YouTube videos.

Really? With all the cars I’ve purchased over the years, the temp tag was taped to the inside left of the rear window.

Well, I won’t have to deal with Wells Fargo Bank anymore. They’re closing my local branch as of Nov. 15.

“that must have been a fucking big deer.”

“Windshields are bent in a hot oven (like the one seen here) . . . “ 

An estimated 500,000 Texan vehicles could show up at a buy here/pay here stealership with a washed title.

Get a CB with a PA function. (And a PA speaker to hook up to it).

From the pictures, it looks like the Infiniti’s side airbags delpoyed.

Here’s the latest:

“...then you steer with your right foot (or left too if you’re left-foot braking.)“

So, he was doing a “Turd Nugget”?

Plus 100% bald tires and 100% driving too fast for road conditions.

“. . . because of that one bitch that had to work to see it behind the house.”

Seattle? Oh don’t get me started! Pro tip: If you’re heading west on I90 intending to get to Sea-Tac, Take the “long” way: The 90 to the 405 to the 518. It’ll be a lot quicker than the 90 to the 5. THAT interchange is a cluster fuck!