That's fair enough.

I bet debadging on a performance car is probably bad for resale most of the time though. It screams "I've wrung the piss out of this car too many times to count because it's my own personal race car and I can do whatever the hell I want with it. It's not a BMW because I took the badges off. It's MY CAR." That might…

My palms are sweating just watching that.

4 SALE: LIKE-NEW S2000 NEVER BEEN TRACKED, CREAMPUFF 1ST OWNER LOW MILES. NEW TIRES.

I happen to be a certified ILE, and I'm a bagillion-percent positive this was first degree murder. Open and shut case. There's a secret audiotape of Tony Stewart's internal monologue the moment he hit Mr. Ward that implicates him completely, but the government won't admit it exists. Just ask this scientician:

"What, that? That was already there."

“We’re not going to chase design trends,” Mendel said. “We’re never going to make you look stupid from a customer perspective.”

It's because of the La. It makes it sound even more pretentious. Well done, Ferrari. Slow clap.

My father-in-law got his SAG card this way. He owns a beautiful '65 Newport convertible, and lives in LA. There's been an abundance of period shows/movies from around this era in the past 10-15 years or so, and the studios would call him to park his car, hang out by his car, etc. during movie shots, and ended up with…

This 1950 Martin Stationette is an amazing example of the wildly idiosyncratic cars made by James Martin. He was both ahead of his time and just bonkers.

You know how I mentioned they let me drive some cars? Here's one of them — a 2002 Burton, which is a 2CV-based kit/sports car. For a 602cc flat-twin it was surprisingly quick. If you have absolutely zero need for any practicality beyond good gas mileage, I think one of these would make an amazing choice.

I actually asked several physicists about it, and the answer I got from all of them was that the engine described really just couldn't work — it would be the equivalent of trying to make your car go faster by pushing on the steering wheel.

Not another story about electrical engineers stealing shit. What the hell, electrical engineers?

Matt, I'm the 249th commenter here (or higher), so good on ya if you get this far:

Note to Dr. Y: If you had any marketing brains at all, you would have invited Torch to be the first test-driver of your car the day after the story was printed. Jalops would have LOVED to read that review. We're the strongest supporters of weird cars you'll find anywhere.

" "Stupid American," they'd say, in that tone of contempt the French have mastered after years of eating moldy cheese as an evening snack. "Where did you get those shorts? Some big-box retailer?! Now drink your lukewarm table water!"

He could, but his balls are way too big, so it weights him down a bit.

One of the biggest questions about the 2015 Mustang was whether or not they could add an independent rear suspension without also a bunch of weight. Well, duh, they probably can't. Ford tuner Steeda — seemingly trying to show how cool and advanced they are — published information saying it would be about 200-300…

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Tens of miles. And I'll love every minute of it. All 397 of them.