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.