FWD, 1.8L NA 4 banger that makes 200hp at 8000 RPM; my heaven:

Damn, you’re so cool not liking the thing other people like. Extreme damn.

Holiday? What holiday? Oh, right. All Americans assume that all the rest of the world is American as well.

So are European brands just classifying anything whatever the fuck they want? By the way have you guys seen Mercede’s new van?

He’s an editor here. He probably isn’t going anywhere. It might be in your better interest for you to fuck off, instead.

Laughing at amateurs doing poorly on “Amateur trackday” is just as morally wrong as laughing at fat people at the gym. Where would rather have them learn and experience how to control a car during a slide? On the streets, with you, your parents, your kids, etc on the sidewalk? Or over here on a track with lots of…

I’ma go ahead and say I’ve never driver a CR-Z, but I really think it’s a hell of a car and I don’t get the bashing. First off...2,600 lbs ain’t heavy, and everyone loves the CRX because it was underpowered, well...so is this. I don’t see the issue here really. Does it not drive well? I hear it handles quite well.

So, the headline should really be:

And a final reminder: Street racing is the dumbest thing and the people who do it are literal human garbage.

Huh. Do they get punished worse for this than killing black people?

Old Sarge was having a hard time adjusting to civilian life. After wearing fatigues for several decades, the gaily-colored clothing that was suddenly available just looked wrong to him. He tried, but couldn't help feeling conspicuous and somewhat silly. He yearned for his old familiar BDU's, but had to admit the new…

NO! This is a Tribute

Um...was Smokey always kind of hot? I mean...??? *awkward*

Or just say, "Here's my counter-offer," and kick 'im in the goolies.

I've seen a couple of split-window VW lookalikes here in Western Canada, land of the 15-year import rule. However, as much as I like VWs, I think the American iron clones are even cooler. Bonus points for period-correct paintjobs. I think the formatting is going to be pretty Kinja'd, but here we go.

Quattro got up early that morning. Something felt different, but it all started the way it always did. As the sky started getting pale in the East, he cleared the morning dew off of his headlights with a sweep of his wipers. His V8 fired, coughed, and roared to life. As the sun broke over the cornfields, he took a…