Are you sure it’s a finger? Giggitygiggitygiggty.

With that stance looks like he’s about to dephree some pollution on to the 110 from on high.

What an amateur. We do a proper job of it here in Sac-o-tomatoes.

What an amateur. We do a proper job of it here in Sac-o-tomatoes.

Purest quality Malaise-under-’Glass accompanied by a strong pour of Chateau Earl Schieb ‘84. CP but I’d still like to take this down a highway running lights with Phil Collins distorting the sweet bejeezus out of the Jensen 3-way speakers that are sure to be hiding under those puffy panels.

I went from an ‘87 Carrera to a same year 930 and the dynamics are pretty much the same if you stay out of the boost in corners. If you do tickle the turbolader in a bend God help you and there is a strong possibility of an ass-first exit off the tarmac if you zing it hard enough to break the tires loose. The boost is…

“That’s my theme music [in my door chime]. Every good hero should have some.”

As a nearly lifelong Porsche dork, I can’t get enough of the Charlie Sheen/D.B. Sweeney classic No Man’s Land. Full-on late ‘80's nostalgia takes me back to the LA of my teen years and there’s some pretty sporty driving in there too with a silver 930 clone getting the kraut beaten out of it running from an old Lincoln…

I tend to agree with this. Ours was brilliant when it was happy but as soon as the warranty ran out everything began falling apart. Literally the week after the warranty popped all four window regulators ate themselves in series and then two injectors shit the bed the next month. Got it fixed on the cheap and was…

My Pop was always a big Caddy guy until he went Lincoln in the late ‘80's with a Cartier Town Car. He then had a string of leased Mark VIII’s. I followed the family tradition with a 2001 LS V8 which was a surprisingly brilliant car hamstrung by awful dealer experiences, shoddy build quality, and a complete miss on…

I bet the size of his balls is far exceeded by the size of the Hefty bag of blow in the trunk nestled alongside his collection of dead business associates and questionable firearms.

Pretty obtuse of him to run from the law.

Considering the Camaro got nabbed by an Expedition it might be a case of Schadenford.

Buddy of mine had one of these that he shared with his Mom in high school since it was pretty new. Usually smelled like curry, fabric softener, and incense when he showed up with it on Friday night to haul us around to parties but Sunday evening found more of a tinge of indica weed, Taco Bell, and Polo cologne before…

Well said. Although my family always seems to get me things I enjoy like high end Scotch, Dennis Lehane books, and well intentioned “Dad gadgets” what I really want is the gift of time to try and cram Targa California, One Lap, Power Tour, Luftgekuhlt, Monterey Car Week, Rennsport Reunion, and some aircooled VW shows…

I took Driver’s Ed quite a long time ago when the rules were a bit less stringent. My instructor was an older guy named Vic who looked a bit like a Abe Vigoda. By that time, I had been driving old farm trucks and a decrepit Beetle my Dad kept at a friend’s ranch since I was about 10 and Dad had even let me take his…

I camped out at Sonoma two weekends ago during the CSRG event at the top of Turn 2 and there was a big concern among my group and some security folks we chatted with that those hills would go up in flames if someone got careless with an open fire. Everything is bone dry now and the wet season this year grew a ton of…

Bruce Willis approves but for that sort of longish green it’s No Exit for me.

I find no greater joy than dreaming over option lists and then picking out just what I want after navel gazing for months over completely insignificant items. When I was a kid, I was the family member who was the “car guy” so I was lucky enough to be consulted to pore over the brochures to help parents, aunts, uncles,…

They can have my old oil dripping air cooled junkers when they pry them from my lukewarm smog-poisoned hands, but I was in LA last weekend and I’ll be damned if I couldn’t see nearly every mountain range in the basin from a perch in the San Gabriel Valley foothills. When I was a kid growing up in LA in the ‘70's, I…