Ya owe me a dollar.

I want the new streetfighter SO BAD.

Lets see – when I lived in Alaska my friends all thought the right car for me was a Dodge Viper. Now that I am in Washington State they think the right car for me is a truck. So I guess it is realtive.

(I have an Acura Legend (awesome car), a Ford F-150 pickup, a second gen RX-7 that is getting turned into a full race car, a boat, and next on the list is a motorcycle, for daily commuting.)

This is like a wifi hot spot that only connects to Apples. Funded by taxpayers. It’s an abomination.

Mind Matters is primarly a marketing/advertising company, so their profiles will probably tend to make everyone look good, but different.

To be fair, the BS gas mileage figure given for hybrids is mandated by the EPA and manufactures are not allowed to report any other figure. I believe that they’ve recently changed how they determine mileage, though.

Not even considering the horror show of the ecological cost of getting the cadmium and nickel required for the short lived, throw away battery, the Prius is dead in 10000 miles, with really crappy mileage (well below the BS rating given it by Toyota and the faux conservationists who treat it like a holy icon blessed by mother Gaia.

So who drives a hybrid? Liars, whether self deceiving or blatant untruth tellers. Phoney, poseurs. In short, entitled progressive neo-stalinist nazis.

“Fashion is architecture: it is a matter of proportions.” – Coco Chanel

I was conceived in a car. So were many of you.

Model T? Any color you want. As long as it’s black.

I can’t say it since I feel like a dumb kid doing so: the only time I was ever truly calm, as in ‘The Right Stuff’ or Bill Wittle’s rants about flying actual planes (http://www.ejectejecteject.com) was when I was driving fast, way way…way too fast, every day.

Has our “consumer culture” finally lost its car component?

No. It’s been dumbed down a bit though.

A history of the cars we have driven is almost sexually confessional.

Why? Girls who drive fast cars are fast girls. Simple fact. Guys who drive “efficient” cars have sex once a week instead of twice a day. Simple fact.

Because, unlike clothes, or booze, or rock concerts, even houses, the car you drive makes you into a superman, quite literally. Mostly a guy thing, but with latest middle-aged modern culture, I know more gals than guys who own, albeit somewhat less than real “super car” super cars or motorbikes and surfboards.

So they sell them off. Why? No balls. My experience is limited, but sincerely honest experience it is. Men enjoy being control of life and death. Women, as a rule (if you mention Earhart, you are making my point for me) do not enjoy LONE voyages along snake curved roads at 95 MPH, nor must make up excuses about where they just were, black break dust on all the wheels of the “family car.”

“If you are looking for perfect safety, you will do well to sit on a fence and watch the birds; but if you really wish to learn you must mount a machine and become acquainted with its tricks by actual trial.” – Wilber Wright

When I was young I owned a 1969 Plymouth Satellite. Sigh. I wish I still HAD that car. I stupidly sold it. Idiot!

I now have a big old Ford Crown Victoria. It’s not the Plymouth. But it will do. It’s BIG. It is a big old boat. Lots of room for almost anything in the trunk. Including Tony Soprano. Emergency Mobster release. Cruises in style. Not a great handler, but it gets me to where I need to go. Good off-the-line torque getting on the on-ramp. Eats gas like crazy on the city, OK on the freeway. Big old honest V-8. Got’s lots of luxury at a budget price.

Because it’s a taxi/police fleet car and old geezer’s car. But it still is fun to drive.

I drove a 20 year old Corolla in law school because I was broke and it only cost me $700. I drive a 13 year old pickup now because I inherited it from my father and it cost me nothing. Neither vehicle has anything to do with my personality.