A civilized man abandons his car and finds the use of his feet again.

An overage of chromey bling; it’s for sure American.

The invention of the wheel was progress — until the invention of gasoline.

The modern car is a mobile bar.

A world of gas-powered cars may end the world.

Sheet metal is chiton for humans.

You are what you won’t drive.

Cars are clothes.

Slow bodies want fast cars.

A flashing, blurring, narrowing field — speed thrills us just before it kills.

Touring is a tight suspension, a turbo charger and a turning road.

One we nix; alcohol, oil and gas don’t mix.

A navigation system is a back-seat driver minus the attitude.

 

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