Tag Archive for Increase to Ludicrous Speed

Eat the Rich: We Called It

Any particular reason you are driving 56 in a 55, boy?

About a month ago, we noticed some newspaper attention for a car show we go to every month. Concurrently, the “usual suspects” (whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean) changed the name of this thing from “Cars and Coffee” to “Scottsdale Motorsports Gathering.”  The new name seemed a bit pretentious; the media coverage portended…

This was not on the DUI part of traffic school

In case you're illiterate...

Man shoots friend trying to prevent him from driving drunk – Autoblog. The Huffington Post reports the drunkard was attempting to leave the bar after an evening of heavy drinking when his friend, Java Bowling III (yes, really), attempted to take his keys to prevent him from driving home drunk. Good friend, right? Well, as things…

All Too Familiar

Mustang ticket

The man, hasslin’ a kid in a sports car.  SSDD in Phoenix.  Bad news kid.  Fines double in construction zones.  I think this guy lived across the street from me a million years ago.

Not me

Aussie cop

A New Zealand driver has just such a yarn to spin after he was pulled over twice in two years by the same cop. In two different countries. 12,000 miles apart. The Daily Mail reports that the unnamed driver was pulled over by officer Andy Flitton in the UK two years ago and again recently…

Why Galesburg Ford Banned Me and 8 Barrel

like this, but with more tire smoke

I guess our test drive of a ’94 Mustang was a little too spirited. HT: Winding Road.  We didn’t crach anything, but the spontaneous icy patches made it interesting, in a “Family Foods Fiat flashing before your eyes” kind of way.  Vanderhyde Mckimmy (the predecessor dealer) was way cooler about shit like tree rash.


Arizona DPS Speed Trap

Oh, now be honest, Captain, warrior to warrior. You do prefer it this way, don’t you, as it was meant to be?

Fancy Parking

cock that piston

It’s morning and I am splayed out in the parking lot of Christie’s Cabaret.  Again.  I need to get to Bandaids Show Lounge . because, last I knew, Lurlene was puking in a dumpster after quart of Wild Turkey and scissoring a couple of “performance artists” on the hood of a stolen Dodge Viper in…