Thanks for posting this.  My recording cut off before her interview.

Agreed.

I’m picturing Quadrophenia except with Instagram filters.

This was my first car, and it was that lovely yellow pictured above.  Some people would be surprised how deep a creek would have to be before one of these will float.  Some people.

Christ, Orlove.  A 1985 Isuzu?  Really?

They look like they’re trying to mimic the European Nazi skinheads of the 90's, with their tucked in Fred Perry shirts and whatnot. Only these idiots look somehow, less imposing, less intimidating...just less in every way.

I was hoping someone would mention those pieces of trash (Liddy and the Stacked & Packed calendar). Years ago, I had a coworker whose favorite time of year was when the new calendar came out. He’d bring it to work and gleefully show it off. His go-to joke was he’d point to any month’s mostly nude model holding that…

I try to stick to the more liberal portions of the state. Outside of Louisville, Lexington, or even Bowling Green, it’s a pretty sad, and sometimes scary place to be.

I agree.  But I also think he’ll use the possibility of war with Iran in tonight’s rally.  You know, sort of “read the room” and get the base frothing with his tough guy facade.

Maybe. That’s good to hear there were a few good ones out there.

I had a base 500 that I drove for six years with very few problems. The passenger window seal didn’t seat right with the window rolled up. It didn’t leak, but looked weird. The right turn signal housing popped loose, and an interior piece of trim behind the driver’s seat never would stay completely in place. The dealer…

I know I wore one out, back in the day.  It’s a great soundtrack.

It always reminds me of the movie Repo Man.

It needs flames. And eagles.

The ISF is drop. dead. gorgeous to me.

There might have been some loaves and perhaps some fishes as well.

I hope Trump drooled all over her mouth.

Especially if it has a scary story/myth attached to it.

My grandmother or great aunt would always have a train schedule waiting for us when we got there though, so my brother and I could walk over to see it the next time it went by (also kinda nice compared to

Oh yeah...peeling your thighs off a plastic sofa. When I was a kid, a neighbor had their living room furniture wrapped in clear plastic, but they were also a household of heavy smokers, so you can imagine what that looked like in short order.