“What are you doing this weekend?” UGH. I hate that question. Or at least, I used to.
UPDATE: I am going to stay with MS and get another 830. I do not use my Android phone enough to convince me to switch and deal with Android over W10M.
I’m at work, so I can’t use the language I’d like to use, but let me just extend a hearty Eff-You to whoever designed he back seat of GMT-800 crew cab trucks. The back seat folds by first folding the bottom forward, which then releases the back to fold down. This is fine and dandy, unless you have to put in or take…
Why the hell do people put their phones on speaker phone and hold it two inches in front of their face while driving? It’s not hands-free because it’s still in your f***ing hand!!!
Why must dumb people always ask this about stuff that they have no interest in buying?
Screw you Menards and your damned cart corals with no end walls! If I didn’t have my daughters with me, I would’ve walked right back in there and returned everything because eat several bags of dicks Menards!!!
Just a few minutes ago I had to get over for an ambulance. This doesn’t sound like a big deal, but I noticed something strange. The strange thing is, I didn’t hear it until it was within two car lengths of me. My hearing is fine, my radio runs through two 4" speakers that weren’t up that high, my truck doesn’t have…
Clickbait. It’s the fuel that powers massive corporate giants like Gawker Media and Huffington Post. It’s an evolution of the old supermarket tabloid shock headline.
You read that right, the era of classic cars is now over.
You do it, I do it, we all do it. You see that gorgeous new Italian supercar or custom built muscle car at your local Cars and Coffee event. Naturally, after staring at its lines of beauty, you whip out your cell phone, or digital camera and take a picture. It’s something many of us do and for me it led me to a hobby…
Usually, Jalopnik’s commenters are pretty decent when it comes to car talk, especially when Oppo comes in and sweeps up the place...But the responses to the Chevy Bolt have been jarring.
My friend died this weekend. He was an artist and a prolific one at that. His uncle - next of kin - didn’t want most of his artwork so I’ve been posting it up on eBay to raise money for his cremation. People have been coming out of the woodwork wanting pieces of him.
And the boss is singing along with “Christmas Shoes.”
Christmas Carols, gathering with friends and family, lots of booze and food and laughter, singing and dancing, decorating the tree, the looks on the faces of kids as they tear into their presents... that’s all awesome.
Opinions of car salespeople vary widely. Like every profession, there are a whole range of good and bad people who go into that business. One thing I can’t stand, though, is the wholly lackadaisical attitude of salespeople who don’t keep up with or pay attention to product knowledge.
This post isn’t about cars. I’m sorry, it’s not. I could tell you about the generally horrible Chevy Captiva Sport I’ve been driving since my car got wrecked, but there’s nothing captivating or sporting about it. So, no, there’s another pressing matter. Papyrus. No, not papyrus the ancient Egyptian form of paper, nor…
This truck didn’t just pull into my lane; it is and has been driving straight down the middle of it. If that doesn’t make sense, picture this: if this truck were driving in a straight line in the mud it would leave 4 entirely separate tire tracks. That’s how twisted the frame is. It was far more alarming to see in…
Not car related. But here’s a car and a song. The song is totally related.
Red. Stop. Do not go. Caution. Danger. The moment I saw that red light, I knew it was going to be a long night.
I was totally disoriented, as I had only been asleep for a little while. Just long enough to get into that deep sleep state where it could have been 23 minutes or 4.5 hours; no way to know.
But when I looked…
ALL Y’ALL ARE STILL IN SCHOOL ANYWAY, SO LET’S DO THIS! ALL CAPS ONLY! ANY POSTS WITH LOWER-CASE LETTERS ARE SUBJECT TO DELETION!