Onward! Into the great, majestic haystacks of the week! Leap forth, my friends, in a haystack-shaped Heinkel, into the great pastures adventure! Like the majestic haystack, boldly leap into your week, with the stationary, mute determination of the mighty stack of hay!
Better safe than sorry: windshield AND goggles.
Earlier today, we got a peek at the Ferrari Monza SP1 and SP2 special series cars, but now official details and images have been released, and they look tearfully incredible.
Drive! Drive hard into this new week! Put one set of your many extra lights on and tear ass into whatever happens! In the Opel Kadett of your mind.
Hello, yes, Porsche customer service? Yeah, the fog is back again. It keeps following me, I swear. What do you mean this is a common issue?
It’s Friday! We made it! As a reward, the DAF 44 of Very Sensual Pleasure is here to carry you off to a weekend of Dutch debauchery! Hot damn!
The best part about pictures of Gurgels on a Brazilian farm is how easily you can pass them off as pictures of the interior of the Agro-Dome on the Mars Colony from the year 2875.
Obviously, we can’t be certain that Gerald’s purchase of a Plymouth Horizon was the reason he and Karen got a divorce. But it definitely didn’t help things.
Oh hello, it’s just me, gearing up for a track day in my Mazda MX-3. Nothing makes me happier than its 1.8-liter V6 screaming at full chat.
As our man Justin pointed out last night, and as I realized myself after seeing a bunch on the road in Europe, the Smart Roadster is good and nice despite the quality issues and crappy gearbox. I do hope to see some get a good home in the U.S. We can start importing them in 2028. I’ll mark my calendar.
It is my fervent belief that hatches are always better when there’s an engine in the back.
“Now, be good today, Ellen. When I get home this afternoon, I’ll take you and your sister down to the malt shop.”
It’s Friday! You made it out the other side, victorious! Sort of like the Studebaker Avanti, which, by 1990, had been reborn as this thing, with four doors, even. I don’t hate it.
“Hey kids! Guess where we’re taking our joint vacation with our fellow AMC-family this year?”
You know what the “SM” in Citroën SM stands for, don’t you? SUPER MONDAY, mother respecters, and that’s what you MRs are going to have today! Got me? I don’t want any trouble. Just flashy, glittery, hydropneumatic wowings. Go forth and wow.
This is what a car interior should look like: no screen to distract me, manual transmission, car phone for all my phone calls.
This is you, today. If things start to get rough or difficult, open this page again and take a good look. Because, today, that’s you, in that car. I pity the fools who get in your way.
Resolved: next time I encounter a clean, mod-free Nissan 240SX, I’m just gonna buy it. Or maybe a Silvia. There’s tons of those here in America now.
“HELLO? YES I’M JUST WALKING FROM THE HELICOPTER TO THE FERRARI. YES. YES, I UNDERSTAND. LET ME CALL YOU BACK IN A MINUTE. OK. OK. YES.”
Today’s one of those take-your-Dutch-CVT-car-to-the-woods-to-see-the-feral-marching-bands-play kind of days, isn’t it?