Just because you're on a bike doesn't mean you own the road. What is it about riding a bicycle that brings out the self-righteous creep in so many of my fellow New Yorkers?
Jamie Lincoln Kitman
Luxury SUVs: They're vulgar, they're pricey and they're selling like hotcakes.
Yes, Virginia, there really is a Santa Clause. Just ask the telecoms of the world who are rejoicing in the surprise overruling of the NTSB's recommendation to ban the use of cell phones in cars by Transportation Secretary Ray LaHood.
Who killed the electric car? Chris Paine's 2006 documentary of the same name made the case that General Motors had more than a little something to do with it. In his latest film, The Revenge of the Electric Car, Paine depicts the most recent chapters in today's modern EV saga.
Man, Honda has had a tough year. The Japanese earthquake and subsequent tsunami limited production and choked supply of its redesigned Civic, just when the company needed a hit new model.
To think that the surrender monkeys of France are driving around in vans superior to that of my van-driving brethren here in America burns my deep-fried, artificially flavored, apple pie pride. Of course, we have no one to blame but American industry.
Guess who's getting on a Pittsburgh-bound plane to both root for his beloved Pirates, and pick up a Ford Anglia for a 400 mile drive home to New York? By the time you read this, I may well have broken down a dozen times or more in what may be one of the slowest, least capable cars known to man.
If you're the sort of person who stopped filling up at BP stations after the Gulf Horizon disaster, here's hoping you're not shopping for gasoline at Chevron, owner of Texaco, instead.