Pffft. The Boston Bruins racked up a $156k bar tab once. Highlights from the receipt: 35 Jager bombs ($525), 136 Bud Lights ($680) and two Blue Moons ($12). Oh, and a $100,000, 30-liter bottle of Midas champagne.

The National Guard trains for this stuff. Looks like the guys in Jersey missed this class.

Meanwhile, in New Jersey....

Nah, they're not really looking for those.

Yes, but would the eyes be on the windshield or the headlights?

I was 10/11 on the full NYT site. I missed the last one. But it helps to be a military history geek.

I have no direct experience driving in these conditions, as I live in Texas and we rarely face these conditions, except for the occasional ice storm. And whether or not his car is modified is, to me, completely irrelevant. What seems relevant to me is that he was driving too fast to stop in time under those…

Wow. I was just wondering how fast he was going. Please direct your comments to those with whom you really have a bone to pick.

Anybody care to guesstimate how fast Mr. Evo was driving before his fuck attack?

I, too, have driven a stick all my life (30 years of driving now) and I was taught that you always leave a manual in a gear, either first or reverse. AND you set the parking brake. Then there's no way in hell your car will roll on its own.

And I believe it was also Matt Millen who gave us this other gem of the night:

One rider died on day one this year.

The front.

I like the NatGeo map better. The typeface is clearer. And while it's neat that he lists places of interest, there's no way of knowing where they are (aside from being in Chicago). There are actually more cities, hence more geographic information, in the NatGeo map.

This looks shopped. See the M-3 Lee for comparison.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. And having the eyes on the windshield affords a greater ability to display emotion. I'm sure that the animators had long and deep conversations about this very topic.

Just get one of these from K&M and it will be the last folding stand you'll ever buy.

My mom got a new Mercury Marquis Brougham for Christmas in 1972 from my step father. When they got divorced, my brother's and my testimony at the proceedings meant that she got to keep the car when the bastard tried to claim that he never gave it to her.