I had a medical card when I lived in California. I was nervous about smoking at first, but aside from maybe one or two instances of overdoing it, it’s fantastic. I remember binge watching The Simpsons and just laughing hysterically for hours; it was awesome.

A few tips. If you feel like you’ve overdone it, drink water.…

Why do I want the Multipla over the Corvette? I think I’ve been spending too much time on this site.

Chevrolet’s “Turbo-Fire”. I had one in my 1955 Chevy and it definitely didn’t have the first thing, and it did the second thing through carburetor sometimes.

Just imagine it going in reverse. Is it mid-engined now? OK. It’s a front mid-engined car.

This is a thing and I have also been fired.

GAH! You can’t do that to me!

OK. I’m going with Power Windows. “Marathon” taught me how to play bass like Geddy. I have no idea what that string shifting plucking technique during the verse is called, but after I learned it, there’s pretty much nothing I can’t play.

Oh, shit! Someone referenced RUSH! I knew I hung around here for some reason. The last road trip I did, I went through the whole discography in order.

I’d do that in this, but it would probably break down somewhere around The Temples of Syrinx. I don’t think there’s a mechanic near there.

It’s a stree car named Desiree.

Wait. That’s not right, is it?

The Focus ST is $24,775 and has 50 more horsepower. I got mine a year used with 15,000 miles for $20,000. I have a tune that pushed it up to 270HP/310lb-ft and it’s been dead reliable.

There’s no way I’m paying $30,000 on a Civic. They’ll be down to $20,000 used with 5000 miles on them in six months anyway.

Is this the ending to “Life”? Things like that are all I can see after watching that movie.

See, here’s the thing. I know CarMax gets massive hate, but I picked up my 2014 Focus ST there about two and a half years ago. It was a fair price and the salesman was professional and friendly throughout the whole thing. He told me to floor it more than once on the test drive.

I got one call a week later asking if I…

HAMMOND!

I get it, but the car looks like it’s missing parts. Almost as if someone forgot to bolt some bodywork on.

Ohioan here. I just put the damn thing on since my Focus ST requires a drill to remove the dealer-installed plate mount. First car I’ve owned with a front plate since it actually looks better than the blank piece of plastic it’s mounted to. It’s on those stupid “Christmas Tree” plastic bastards and it’ll leave holes…

It’s all about the “parking lot test” for me. If I look back at it as I walk away, it’s a good car. The one I had that was the most satisfying was this. A Beck Porsche Type 550 1500/RS Spyder replica. 130HP of aircooled fun in a 1200 pound chassis. Damn was that a great car. I still look at my tuned Focus ST, but,…

It is just a VTOL airplane. If I had the kind of cash needed to buy this thing, I’d just drive my car to my actual, real plane.

I’m pleased I could be a small part of this by donating a few bucks. It sounds like Mr. Williams was in no way interfering with any law or regulation and was simply offering a service to his neighbors. I’d be damn happy if a neighbor of mine had a lift and professional tools. Do I bring suit when the guys next door…

I always get a little twitchy when I see six spoke wheels since the five lugs don’t line up with the spokes. I might have issues.

Of the nine cars I’ve had, seven have been manual. My first car was a 1984 Porsche 944 I ended up running up to 135,000 miles with only several thousand dollars in repairs cough, cough... CLUTCH. It was the car my dad taught me how to drive manual on in an empty parking lot one night, so I have a soft spot for the…

My first car, a 1984 Porsche 944 was a maintenance nightmare. Being 16 and working at Wendy’s, I decided to pick up a shop manual and start doing basic repairs to save money since I wasn’t exactly getting rich operating the deep fryer.

Naturally, the alternator grenades itself in a fit of juvenile self-destructive…

I’ll add sweat and tears, too. If you haven’t bled, sweated, and cried in your car, it’s not really yours. You’re just watching over it for the real owner.