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I had a '56 Ford, and my first car was a '49 Chevy. I converted it to a stick and used to race with the other high school kids down along the river.
I have one of those real old American built cars. The kind that just PUNCHES through accidents.
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
This car of mine, I am tickled to death with it. The machine is nearly everything, its power, stability and balance. The driver, allowing for his experience and courage, is much less.
I want a '57 Starfire Olds.
My other car is a vehicle with a bumper sticker describing this car.
I drive a 1965 Shelby Cobra. I love classic muscle cars.
Growing up in the Sacramento Valley in the '70s, we were all pretty big into cars. Of course, I had to nerd out and be a fan of Bob Tullius' Group 44 Jaguars instead of Corvettes/Camaros.
I've always driven big SUVs. I'm from Maine, and there's a point to driving a big SUV in Maine. I don't really need a 4WD in L.A., but on the 405, people are crazy, and you need a tank. I like the visibility factor.
The Airstream drives like a couch on a magic carpet; it's
I'm a 4-wheel-drive pickup type of guy. So is my wife.
To say the loaner was not pretty was an understatement. It was a 1907's olive-green Buick Century with a white top. Lindsay felt like she was driving her living-room couch, but despite the looks, the engine purred and it glided over potholes in the road like butter
on toast.
I like the way the old Toyotas look.
I have a '68 Mustang, which is my baby. I've had her for about six years, which is kind of a miracle, considering how many times she's been stolen.
I have a Lamborghini Diablo. I have Mercedes 600, a 500, a 300, a 190. I have a Ferrari Testarossa, a Porsche speedster.
I'm starting to think about things that I want to do, things that are fun. One of them is driving a car like a Porsche. I've driven a lot of cars - sedans, trucks and big family vehicles all year long. But there's nothing like a four-wheel-drive Porsche.
Chevrolet doesn't keep America rolling, X-pillz do.
I've got a 1990 Porsche 911. It's just a Carrera, a very simple, straightforward little thing that goes like stink. I love it.
Stock runnin' on the plains south of the Platte all the way
TV in the middle of my steering wheel.
I like cars that are ahead of their times, and that were noble failures because they were built to a higher standard than the consumer needed. Cars like the Wills Sainte Claire or the Duesenberg.
I am like the little rock n' roll backseat driver.
The car is the cigarette of the future
drove his new customized Tesla
What is this?'
'A Smart Car'
It looked like an SUV took a dump and out came the Smart Car
Any vehicle that conveys great songs and the ability to perform them, whether it's 'N Sync or the Backstreet Boys or One Direction, is all good.
Who's driving this car, Stevie Wonder?
I drive a hybrid. It's a Ford Escape. That's my only car.
In the movies, every crazy old fart needs a cool old car. Jack Nicholson drove a spiffy yellow 1970 Dodge Challenger two-door in 'The Bucket List.' In 'Gran Torino,' the cranky pensioner played by Clint Eastwood not only owned a 1972 GT Sport, he also used to build cars like that at the Ford plant.
trails and across rushing,
What's Your Road, Man?
The Suzuki Wagon R should be avoided like unprotected sex with an Ethiopian transvestite
of the station wagon tearing up the
I've always wanted an old Vette ... like, a '67 Stingray is the car I'd want.
I had a Ford F-250. It was a big ol' farm truck, but it wasn't a rig. That's about the biggest I've ever driven. That's what I drove back and forth to high school. I was a poor guy, and it was a truck that my uncle owned and let me drive because I had no money.
In the past, (GM) produced a lot of very excellent vehicles but somehow they didn't excite anybody,
My first car was a 1977 Oldsmobile Delta 88. Ugly car. More ugly on this car than a Rolling Stones group photo.
An unmarked cop car carrying Mitch Lawson and Brock Lucas, both detectives with the DPD.
With great effort, I pushed my questions to the side for the time being. We were still fugitives, still undoubtedly pursued. Sydney's car was a brand new Honda CR-V with Louisiana plates and rental sticker.
"What the hell? Is this daring escape sponsored by Honda?"
- Rose Hathaway
Whose SUV is this?" I asked once we were out of Carnal.
"Mine." He answered.
I looked at him. "You drive a Harley."
"Not big on puttin' bad guys on the back of my bike when I hunt them down, Ace. Fucks with my street cred.
A Fiat Panda, it's the best car in the world.
Trail dust is thicker'n blood ...
Drive it like you stole it, homie.
I'm driving my old car until I'm on a first name basis with the low tow truck drivers!
Modern cars I don't like so much.
Josh Duhamel is somebody you can't take your eyes off of, and same with T.R. Knight. It's a car that you want to run up to 100 mph, right away.
I drive a Mustang and a Chevy pickup truck. Ann drives a couple of Cadillacs, actually. And I used to have a Dodge truck. So I used to have all three covered.
My first car was a '56 Ford station wagon - cost 100 bucks.
I drive a tiny Toyota iQ. I'm quite frugal and often cut my own hair.
How 'bout a Buick?'
I wasn't sure but it was almost like I tasted vomit in the back of my throat.
Porsches are a great drive.
What is this?" "A Smart Car." It looks like an SUV took a dump and out came the Smart Car. I wouldn't be surprised if Westford had said it was one of those toy cars that kids drive around.
My first car was a BMW. A white BMW.
The bike that I've been riding is a Big Ripper. It' an SE Racing 29 bike that Famous [Stars & Straps] did a collaboration with and Travis [Barker] gave to me. So that's the bike that I cruise around on and bunny-hop on.
I travel in a Ford Econoline van with a trailer. So it's not quite so glamorous.
The '65 Impala is pretty much me as a car.
I can still feel my old Ford nuzzling me at the curb, as though looking for an apple in my pocket.
People who drive Jeeps are people who like to do outdoor activities.
Long gone are the days when automobiles expanded possibility and choice for the majority of Americans. Now, thanks to its ever-increasing demands for space, speed, and time, the car has reshaped our landscape and lifestyles around its own needs. It is an instrument of freedom that has enslaved us.
When I was a younger man and had a life, I owned an El Camino pickup in the '70s. It was a real sort of Southern deal. I had Astroturf in the back.
I drive an S80 Volvo; it's one of those real flashy cars. No, I just like it because I like a nice, cush ride; the Volvo is really cush, and it's powerful and fast.
I even have a Harmony Rocket and a Stratocaster with a scalloped neck back in Florida.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts.
A combustion engine of ambition and disappointment.
I've always loved fast vehicles and looking at interesting cars.
My worst ever car was a green Datsun B210, back when they called it 'Datsun' - now it's 'Nissan.' Very unsexy, unattractive. Girls hated the car. I was embarrassed to even be in it ... but it was my transportation.
Slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for
As far as trucks, the great thing about a Range Rover is if you're going out for a dinner, even a black tie event, you can take the Range Rover.
The automobile, which began as a transportation convenience, has become a bloody tyrant (50,000 lives a year), and it is the responsibility of the park service, as well as that of everyone else concerned with preserving both wilderness and civilization, to begin a campaign of resistance.
I love everything from old-school cars to whatever the latest muscle or luxury vehicles are.
Two of my favorite things are my steering wheel and my Remington rifle.
Compassionate conservative. I don't know what that is, it sounds like a Volvo with a gun rack.
Range Rovers are the greenest cars on the road.
I'm a car nut. My father was a parts manager at a Chevrolet dealership.
Mileage makes champions
I ride many different cars. Let's say I would drive 200 different vehicles in a year, so it's rather difficult to say which car or what car I ride. I love cars.
Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
Oh, for fuck's sake. The Chevy Matiz - whose idea was it? Four doors, shaped like a shoe, and all the reliability of his grandmother's digestive tract. Whether she'd been constipated or had the runs, it was always ugly, and her mood had been to match.
The car has become the carapace, the protective and aggressive shell, of urban and suburban man.
Buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing. An olla
They are being driven by a psychopathic Indian apparently bent on killing them all, overtaking on blind rises, racing some other bus to settle an old score, hurtling into corners without slowing down.
This Reese's Chevrolet was downright awesome.
My first car was a motorcycle.
The car drives really really good so far. No changes on the next pit stop. It's great, I can hold it down right along the bottom here in the corners I'm just ridin' around out here just waiting until later to make a move
All American cars are basically Chevrolets.
I've got a Range Rover. It's brilliant actually but it's manual.
If I'm out trailriding, I have a favorite motorcycle. Riding on the road, I've got a favorite. If I'm jumping, I have a favorite, and if I'm racing, I have a favorite.
I have an old car that I've rebuilt myself - a 1973 Dodge Challenger - and I also have a 1967 Pontiac GTO.
Wrangler butts drive me nuts.
I'm totally a ninja wolfhound. This car is ridiculous, though. He has a revolting citrus air freshener in here. Do you know when his birthday is? We should get him one that smells like steak or Italian sausage.
I'm driving my dad's old ute. So it's a manual ute. It's massive, so when people see me coming, they just kind of run away!
Three days later on October 29, 1959, the Pontiac registered in the name of Niles Tignor would be discovered, gas tank near-empty, keys on the floorboards beneath the front seat, in a parking lot close by the Greyhound bus station in Rome, New York.
I love the big red bus!
Chanel lambskin, vintage Vanson I'm on the bike doing wheelies in a mansion
The woods are full of long drivers.
I drove across country in my yellow 1970 VW bug (which I drove until 1986) to Los Angeles, having had enough cold weather in 5 years in Ann Arbor, and found a job within a few days.
I drive a taxi and a car and a truck and a T-55 tank and also a T-62 and armored cars and the motorcycles with and without sidecars.
You know it's important to have a Jeep in Los Angeles. That front wheel drive is crucial when it starts to snow on Rodeo Drive.
I bought a Jaguar when I was 28. I'd always wanted one. I had it for years, then my friend had it, then my dad had it. It was a good workhorse.
Volkswagen has been, is, and will always be my life.