I’m certainly not the first to suggest this, but here’s a little friendly reminder to anyone getting too bent out of shape about the “Mustang legacy” and the new Ford Mach-E.

You know the face you made as a kid when you use your fingers to pull down your lower eyelids, exposing the gross pink tissue underneath while simultaneously making a sort of underbite grimace with your mouth? That seems to have been the styling model for the 1954 Buick Century.

“Sir? Ma’am? Might there be a gala you could take us to? A ball? Charity fundraiser? Please, even a Bar Mitzvah? We’re ever so cold and wet and well-dressed!”

It’s Veteran’s Day, so let’s take a moment to honor this under-appreciated automotive soldier, the M422 Mighty Mite. Made by AMC, this little shrunken Jeep had America’s only air-cooled V4 used in a car, ever, I think. Made primarily for the Marines, these things were tiny and tough and light and designed to be…

It’s Friday, friends. This is how your week ends, and your weekend begins. Flung through the T-Top of a ‘79 Thunderbird, whisked across the mists and flung into the front seat of an old biplane. Then, injections, at least four, and up into the air you go. That’s when they hand you the wet paper bag.

This goes out to you, the you that got that P1800 when you had the chance.

Really, there’s only one good way to outfit a G-Wagen, and it has to have three key traits: a brown ombré effect on the sides, a bull bar in front that makes it look like it’s wearing thick, Coke-bottle glasses, and a light unit on the roof that looks like the head of that droid that was helping to fix the Millennium…

Somewhere, there’s a parallel universe where they’re developing autonomous vehicles like we are, but instead of advanced computers and cameras and sensors they’re genetically engineering giants who move your car around like a kid playing with Hot Wheels and you just shout to them where you want to go.

I bet if I told you that today I was going to post a picture of an open-topped classic car with someone suggestively bent over the car, ass on full display, this is not the image you would have pictured in your head.

I miss the days when wealthy, gigantic dogs could afford to buy Goliath GP700s and hire well-dressed chauffeurs to drive them around.

Here’s my thought process lately: the C8 Corvette is cool. And it’s made me start thinking about other Corvettes. Even at $60,000, the C8 is out of my reach. But maybe an early base C7 will start to slide into striking range soon? Probably still no. But a boy can dream.

Is there a better way to have a fresh, piping-hot new week delivered to you than in the back of a pink 1963 Ford Anglia panel van? Maybe, but this is pretty damn good.

I like the “Safety Fast” tagline here for the 1955 MG TF, especially when “safety” meant “keep a hand on your hat as we tear ass around with the windshield down and no seat belts and my whole arm outside the car.”

I’m pretty sure the Packard Clipper was the only car to have a picture of another kind of steering wheel as the center badge on its actual steering wheel.

There. Nature. Take a sniff. You’ve seen it. Can we go now? In my Glas 1300GT?

It’s Monday, so welcome back to productivity, everybody! We’re glad to have you. I’d like to suggest you be inspired by these two silvery 1930s well-dressed androids, hanging around by an Opel Olympia. Androids like these were common in Germany in the 1930s, but Nazis had them all destroyed because, remember, Nazis…

If you were unfamiliar with Toronados and matadors, this could pass as concept art for the first Star Wars. That’s Tatooine, you see, with Luke and his landspeeder.

Sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like if Jalopnik was a magazine in the late 1950s and I was making illustrations out of cut pieces of felt like this fine fellow here shilling for Berliet trucks. I’m not opposed to it.

Welcome to the end of the week! It’s sort of finally getting a little bit autumnal out there, and if you’re like most of us, you know what that means: time to load the family in the big clapdoor Lincoln, grab some binoculars, and drive out to a neighborhood to watch people getting undressed in upper story windows!…

Just a quick reminder: if you ever find yourself in real trouble, caught in a jam or scrape you don’t think you can get out of, every person of worth with a noble heart is permitted one opportunity to call out to the Magic Lady in the Weird Sorta-Cowboy Shirt in the Flying Fiat Cabriolet 1500 Sport for help.