The engine in your car is much like you: quite fussy about what fluids go where. Just like you’d freak out if, say, your tear ducts became full of urine or blood, you average engine doesn’t want, say, washer fluid where oil should go. Which just happens to be what happened to this poor, now-disgusting Mini.
Yesterday was Father’s Day, so, Prestone, one of the leading makers of coolants, antifreeze, radiator flushing compounds, and other car-juices, put up some sentimental pro-dad content on their social media accounts. There was just one problem: the car they chose was one of the few that has no need for the products…
If you saw this old guy in his little white Focus driving by, it’s possible you may wonder why he has one of those sports-eyeglass headband things on. Does the poor fella lose his glasses a lot? No, motherfucker: he needs those because he headbangs to Metallica like an absolute madman.
It’s a tale as old as time: man loves sweet new truck, man drives truck off a jump, relatively stock truck breaks on impact. Stock trucks really aren’t made to jump off dunes. Here’s another example of what happens when you try it anyway.
Porsche-chu! No, wait. Pika-leven! Porsche-mon? Whatever you call this 1980 Porsche 911SC dressed up as everyone’s favorite pocket monster Pikachu, it rules.
The video description reads: “He is caught after hitting a wall.” Yeah, it is on video.
After you watch this dash cam horrorshow from inside an automated car wash, you will find a new appreciation for a bucket of water and a sponge.
An entire row of parked cars went up in flames in New York City this morning. A helpful bystander had some advice for the fire department: ‘gotta put the fire out!’
Finally some fun news out of BMW: two workers reportedly caused vehicle production to temporarily shut down after passing out from being both too stoned and too drunk at work.
You, dear reader, may or may not like NASCAR. That’s fine. I’ve found a wonderful place that explains it in no detail with no sense. Think of it as a Waltrip brother as heard through a garbage disposal, except written out in all its glorious weirdness. Meet TV Helper, the world’s best motorsport commentator.
Apologies if we’re late to this, but the California DMV has apparently had it up to here with your bullshit request for a 69 vanity plate. It says as much on the department’s website.
At the Geneva Motor Show, aircraft manufacturer Airbus unveiled it was designing a concept car with Italdesign that reportedly—reportedly, we stress—could be airlifted by a drone over a traffic jam.
It’s that time of the year: local news stations everywhere are sending poor meteorologists out into snowstorms to discuss hazardous road conditions. Luckily for all of us, a WWLP reporter from Springfield, Massachusetts, got some help from a leafy man-creature lovingly dubbed “Pot Sasquatch.”
Every day, my job allows me to spend hours on scouring listings for new and used cars and scouring through dealership websites to find the right car. I’ve noticed that some of these stores have some pretty entertaining names.
I can’t think of a better business plan than an auto repair shop that continuously has cars flying off of a highway off-ramp and crash-landing into the parking lot. The only better place to land is probably a hospital.
WHAT IS THIS? A DRIVER WITH POWERS BEYOND THAT OF MERE MORTALS? A “SUPER-MAN”, PERHAPS? ARE OUR HIGHWAYS NO LONGER SAFE?
Tall TV man Conan O’Brien last night dished about the self-driving revolution that’s ostensibly before us, with a particular focus on Google’s self-driving project, Waymo. Google has assured the public that “all the kinks” of the autonomous Chrysler Pacificas have been worked out, O’Brien says. Or have they?
The swan ride is one of the most romantic slow rides at the amusement park. Just you and your special friend, slowly cruising on the back of a swoon-worthy bird boat. Why not bring some of that sophistication to the esteemed pastime of muddin’?
Look, the rest of the car—I can take it or leave it. Just attach the tow hook to the bumper. That’s all I want back if I get stuck out on track.
When you think of things that move slow, both the Manor Formula One team and someone who’s eaten too much Kentucky Fried Chicken come to mind. Now those two may be inseparable, as KFC is linked to a possible investment in Manor, according to Autoweek. Now that rumor’s finger lickin’ good.