Category: Love Letters

VW, VW wherefore art thou? VW…

I’ve been thinking a lot about VWs lately. How’s that, you ask, dear reader? First of all, on my commute through Topanga Canyon every day, I see this nutjob (and I mean that lovingly, most of my favorite family members are nutjobs): Yeah, this guy’s got a Thing, a Pickup van, a Kombi bus and a Beetle, all lined up on the side of the...

Nissan: the Rodney Dangerfield of car companies

I’m a car snob. There– you happy? I am.  But I still have to give it up to Nissan. Not only are they they guys that went from this: the stunningly terrible Sentra. To this: , and even they just won Car Of The Year with the Leaf (which is too ugly to show). Kan Pai! So why don’t they get any respect? For God’s...

Is That A Woody In Your Pocket?

Is That A Woody In Your Pocket?

I saw this Morris Mini Station Wagon this morning on Topanga Canyon Blvd in Topanga.  Great color, mint condition, totally sweet.  Then while’s she’s all business up front, there’s a party in back– and I’m not sure I like it: Did the Morris come out of the factory like that?  I dunno. I think it’s slightly weak. What say you, Mini fanatics?

More Hemi, Less Hedgefund

More Hemi, Less Hedgefund

I have a confession to make, dear reader– I’m not a big fan of the American car.  Not that I don’t love my country, cry a bit when I say the pledge of allegiance and get passionate about politics, but when it comes to American cars, Detroit lost me at roughly 1973. But when I see a little of this: my heart skips a beat....

M is for Yummy

M is for Yummy

So this morning, my friend presents me with a challenge– switch cars for a day.  Sounds tempting, right? Consider the stakes–  my friend has an 2010 M3 and I have a 2011 German SUV whose 0-60 and torque both beat the M3.  Why would I switch, you ask? Well, first for the benefit of you, dear reader, and because my car is filthy (the stench...