Cityscapes.

Concrete jungles, painted from tiny parts, to make up exquisite whole things.

Flex your Muscle.

Oh America, how wrong you have gone...

VIDEO: Pong (not beer or the video game).

That kid's got more wisdom than most people my age. Go you little man, go you.

Lost.

Flash drive lost, no material to post, sad Chase, lazy rest of blog staff not picking up my slack. As soon as I find it, I'll get back to posting as usual, my apologies.

P.S. Why don't I own this car?

Obesity Crisis.

Fat fat fifties. Why can't todays bloated American cars be so interesting?

Glory Days.

America; we used to build awesome cars not just paint existing plastic hunks brighter colors and make them louder.

Absentee Ballot.

Well college is fun, but at a price of very little spare time, the fuel from which blogs are created. Anyhow, I've finished 3/5 of m classes, so summer is afoot, and I'm back in the time wasting, stuff posting game.

Thanks for not listening and staring at the pretty pictures.

Piss Poor Timing.

Pontiac, oh Pontiac. How I miss you.

You waited till the last seccond before your canning to start making cool shit.

The GTO, the G8 and G8 truck concept, and my favorite, the Solstice GXP (both vert and coupe, but moreso the latter). All had nice power and looked cool, for pretty reasonable money.

Oh well, better luck in the future where dead car companies can come back to life...

Operator...

Can you put me through to the cool police, I've got one hell of a situation down here.