I’ll be driving the same Miata I drove in the last two recessions. 

It really depends on what it smells like inside. The pictures don’t look like it smells good, though. 

As a very long-time Miata owner, I have great respect for these mid-engine Toyotas. In fact, if I may quote one of Hollywood’s quotables...

“I pity the foo’
who doesn’t want a Mr. 2.” 

It’s unfortunate they changed it. The old way was an accurate representation of the competence of the organization that runs it. 

“Gave labor a black eye it doesn’t need”

How many eyes does labor have? Sixty? Seventy? A thousand? I think it has so many black eyes that it’s pointless to count them.

Volkswagen should have been the “weird arm” of the innovative engineering firm known as “Skoda.”

If you’re a car enthusiast, there are two reasons you should really be angry at the Soviet Union, which was caused by Marxism and socialism.

One of those reasons is Tatra. The other reason is Skoda. These two companies were doing some very innovative things before the Soviets took control of Czechoslovakia. These…

We can only hope. 

If you live in a community that plows the streets, you don’t need winter tires. If you live in the New York City metro area, you don’t need winter tires because it all shuts down in four inches of snow, and sometimes, even less. 

I’m old enough to have had the pleasure of driving one of these, also black/red/stick when it was two-years-old. It was an absolute joy to drive. It didn’t feel like it’s big contemporaries. It felt like a small car. I’m pretty sure that’s why the S-Class and XJ6 sold more. 

You didn’t know Irv. His car was meticulously maintained. While the car had three million miles, he put in a new windshield every 100,000 miles. 

Sorry. Irv is pre-Jalop by about, three and a half decades. He’s bigger than Jalop. 

I used to roll with the Volvo crowd, back when my wife had a 244 and I had a 245. Irv showed up at many events, and I had the pleasure of meeting him. He was truly a nice guy, and an inspiration. Godspeed Irv, Godspeed. 

And if they bring back Robin Williams, we can have commercials that go something like “Hi. I’m Mork for Ork and this is my Horch.”

Personally, I think Horch is going to fly like the iron zeppelin that was Mercedes-Benz’s super premium brand. What was that called again? Oh, Maybach. 

You’d have to take two sleeping pills. Pill #2 goes in as Pill #1 wears off. 

I lived in Maplewood, which is next to Newark, for 12 years. I don’t think I could sit in a plane full of people from New Jersey for 19 hours. 

That’s two stationwagons from studio Italdesign, two days in a row. Well done. 

$700 for a car that was designed at Italdesign? That’s a smokin’ deal. BUY! BUY BUY! 

My experiences on I-78 are that once the traffic stops for about 30 seconds, they take to the shoulder. Biggest bunch of damn idiot drivers I’ve seen, ever, and I’ve driven in 45 states, three provinces, and all the major cities except Houston.

I commuted in Atlanta for seven years. There were many “Worst Traffic Jam Evers,” perhaps too many to remember. Except one. And it was a typical day.

So, as we motorists inched our way up Highway 400, the GDOT sign over the road warned us of an Amber Alert. “Red Nissan Maxima...” I looked out my right window and…