It’s replies like this that make scouring each and every comment section worth it. Very informative and interesting.

I think it’s a Ginetta

My daily commute is from Placerville to Auburn, California - and I take hwy 49 the entire way. Seriously, look up that drive. It’s basically 30 miles of incredible low-speed twisties, down one canyon, then down and up another, twice a day.

Putin didn’t, but Alexander Dugin definitely did, and made it party text book. They’ve been following it to a T -

Good lord. So I read Jalopnik every day, religiously - but I never comment because I don’t have anything to say that isn’t stupid or hasn’t already been said better by someone else. This time, I “watched” this video in the most herky-jerky way on my phone - it was basically just a slideshow - for a few seconds, only…

It’s not intense, how does that word even come up here? There are no stakes - one is a car and the other is a fucking plane - they operate on completely different principles. Who cares if one is faster in a straight line than the other? One of them is FLYING. It’s like racing a submarine against a blimp - and while…

The 1955 Porsche Speedster with SCCA history that has sat under a tarp for 40 years behind my great cousin’s garage - alongside a VW 21 window bus, two split-window bugs, a round window bug, a MkI GTi, a Bug-Eye Sprite, some sort of Desoto, a Graham-Nash, a rad was-brand new Hodaka - and the barn full of extra racing…

Thanks! Although we were actually headquartered in a non-descript building in Emeryville - and before that, down in Monterey. After the Bay Area team dissolved, a few went to Alabama to, I guess keep working on it? Not really sure what happened after 3 “shipped”. We were a close group in Emeryville, and I wish someday…

This thing is like rolling chloroform.

No man, I’ve really been reading this website for 25 years straight. My Dad started blogging here back in WWII, during Vietnam. He was a blog pilot, and flew late-war photo reconnaissance-bloggers high in the blogosphere over what was then “Prussian Jalopni”, an American occupied county in Idaho. I Started back in ‘88…

C’mon bud, if you’re googling “Trick Daddy” at 10am on a Saturday, your pants aren’t even on yet.

Hahha, thank you.

My gramps told me a similar story: They were crossing a bridge into Germany when "An aircraft with no propeller" came racing down the canyon towards them. The men all stopped and stared when despite the obvious need to RUN - and when the German pilot dropped his bombs, my grandpa told me hearing the noise of the Jumos…

Wow. At first I thought the couple of revs in the beginning were near redline, just thinking that the engine had a low growl. Then :52 happened.

Hahaha. Nice shot. +1

Whelp I believe I just had a joke backfire on me.

Hey man, don't try to spit logic into his Budweiser. You hate freedom or somethin'?

Ok, Will do.

The same could be said about any restoration. I guess putting work into a car isn't worth it, huh? Not defending this car, but your logic here is awful.