1987 Ford Thunderbird Turbo Coupe

“Hold my beer...”

eargasm

I learned to drive. Better driver == better car experience.

I would totally buy it except for the Bugatti logo above the bed. That’s where you’re supposed to hang the velvet Elvis.

1957 Chevrolet Apache Cameo (not the one in photo)

Performance > sound.

In my neighborhood Teslas are not bought because they are fun. They are bought because Chevrolet killed the H2 and soccer moms needed another expensive vehicle to not utilize appropriately. It also allows them to car-shame the less affluent moms in the neighborhood who bought the minivan or station wagon.

See “Ed Hardy”

Poo-da-best. Once a day. Like clockwork.

He should use some of that time to proof-read his blog posts. Or maybe he “could care less” about sentence structure and grammar.

Unfortunately when I see the front end of this car (lights especially) I see this car. I would apologize, but I don’t really care.

Why does it always seem to be dudes with two first names.

I have never seen or heard of this before. I am however never suprised by the stupidity of some members of the human race.

The look on his face when Ferrari said no.