Poster-size, please.
(Source: filthydrive)
Was Kim Jong Il’s hearse a souped-up ‘75 Lincoln Town Car? We’re going with yes.
Capitalism FTW.
It really was a Lincoln. I was wondering when someone would catch on to the fact that he was being carried out in an American-made car.
here comes the xkE
Its been a dream of mine to get behind the wheel of a Series 1 or 2 example of these.
Family holidays
Starring: ‘60 Volkswagen T1 Kombi
(by camilofontana)
WANT, just because it exudes a good vibe. Forget the fact that the engine can barely handle 50 MPH, no one would dare give something like this a parking ticket, or a “key job.” I once saw a VW Bus on the Cross Bronx Expressway and, to date, its the only car I’ve ever seen doing 35 on the freeway without garnering angry inappropriate gestures, or getting cut off. True props.
Impatiently Waiting
Starring: Porsche Cayman S
(By TJ Corona)
We met through a mutual friend in Monticello, and from there we all ran away together for 5 hours of mechanical bliss along the northbound Taconic Parkway and into an empty Wal-Mart parking lot. Sure it was a parking lot to everyone else (mall security included), but to us it was makeshift slalom run. Fun Fast times.
State of the union
Starring: Pontiac GTO
(by John Sullivan)
It is a formal “must” on my personal bucket list to own one of these.
Name deleted: What do you mean by that?
Me: I mean its never that simple. Scheduling and arranging all of this is a pain in the neck. I don’t have time for…
-A black Lamborghini LP-560 Spyder purrs to a stoplight-
Name deleted: Time for what? What’s the matter? Are you…
Me: (Stopped and staring at the Lambo) Come on, do it. Make me smile. The lane is clear, make me proud to be here.
-Stoplight turns green, the Lambo rockets away from the light and roars out-
Me: (Shouting) YES! YES! THANK YOU!!!…. I’m sorry what were we talking about?
This scenario has played out 3 times so far. Once with that Lambo, again with a classic black Ferrari 365GTB/4, and once more with a silver Mercedes-Benz CL63 AMG roaring out of a gas station. All three times, I’ve managed to make a fool out of myself in public. Regrets? None.