Of Course, It Would Be

…Volkswagen, who are taking that extra step towards eventual self-immolation:

Auto Express reports that German automaker Volkswagen has introduced a subscription-based model for unlocking the full potential of its ID.3 electric car, a new model available in the UK. While the ID.3 Pro and Pro S models are listed on the configurator as producing 201 horsepower, buyers must pay a monthly subscription fee of £16.50 ($22.29) to access the car’s maximum output of 228 horsepower.

Considering that sales of the ID.3 outside Yurp can probably be measured in single figures per month, nobody Over Here should care about this.  (And if this lawsuit succeeds, well…)

But in this case of bastardy, it’s very definitely the principle of the thing that matters.

Fuck them, and the batteries that power their accountants’ laptops.

Gotta say that it’s this kind of chiseling that makes me want one of these oh so badly:

Anything without a chip or batteries will do, come to think of it.  Even a replica with a (non-electric carburetor-fed) VW Beetle engine.

Circling The Drain

Wow, nobody (except for the Terminally Stupid) could have seen this coming:

Japanese automotive giant Honda is reassessing its strategy for electric vehicles as it navigates challenges stemming from the high costs of EV development, flattening EV demand, and the impact of U.S. tariffs.

In the first quarter of its 2025-2026 fiscal year (April 1 to June 30, 2025), Honda took a one-time charge of ¥113.4 billion (~$780 million) related to its EV-related troubles. In total, the impact of the EV charge and its exposure to tariffs took a toll on Honda’s operating profit during the quarter, as earnings fell to ¥244.1 billion (~$1.69 billion) from ¥484.7 billion (~$3.35 billion) just one year ago.

Yeah… who else thought that the EV industry would fail without massive government subsidies / Green-based regulation?

Well, yes.

Miss America

I have to say that I’ve been somewhat dismissive of young Sydney Sweeney before (here and here, scroll down to see).

But then came the American Eagle jeans/genes commercial:

…which had this effect on the Left:


(because rayyyycisssm or something)

…and which had an even-more interesting effect on American Eagle’s stock price:

American Eagle’s stock soared 20 percent this week, sending its market value close to $400 million after a viral backlash from the Left over its “good jeans” ad featuring actress Sydney Sweeney. The iconic American retailer got a significant sales boost after President Donald Trump publicly praised Sweeney, following revelations that she’s a registered Republican.

Wait…she’s a Republican?  Hubba hubba.

Then, just to add to the good stuff, it turns out that young Sydney restores classic cars:

Sydney Sweeney is far from your typical Hollywood star. With global fame and expensive roles under her belt, she’s invested much of that into restoring classic Fords. Like her cherry‑red 1969 Bronco and a Brittany Blue ’65 Mustang dubbed Britney. Unlike most celebrity car stories, hers begins with a floor jack, welding torch, and grease‑caked knuckles. Growing up in a mechanic family in Spokane taught her to dismantle an axle before memorizing lines. She documents these builds on TikTok as Syd’s Garage, blending Hollywood glam with wrench turns.

Sweeny’s not stopping at two Fords. She also owns a 1956 Ford F100, gifted by her grandfather, with original patina and plans for a mild restoration, as well as a Sky‑Blue Fiat 500 Jolly, acquired for $68,500.

What’s most compelling is how she marries Hollywood charm with shop-floor humility. She could easily pay others to source chrome parts, but instead she makes tools vintage co-stars: torque wrenches, sanders, and degreasers. With 1.8 million TikTok followers, she’s not playing dress-up but instead teaching thousands to pick up a socket and learn.

Sweeney’s garage is louder than any red carpet, and her fame is fueled by fuel injectors and vintage shine. She’s not preserving history. She’s reviving it with her own two hands, proving that classic muscle cars, and women, can roar in harmony.

Anyone getting interested by now?  Republican, hot, works on classic cars… what could possibly make her more attractive?

Well, there’s this.

Yup, the young lady is a shooter, and a good one (judging by her times and accuracy).

As one commenter put it, that moves her up from a 10 to a 10,000.

Not being much of a jeans aficionado, I don’t know if American Eagle jeans are any good;  but if they are, be my guest — because the better the company does, the more it’ll make liberal heads explode.

Do it for Sydney.

Big Iron

Whoo-ee, this is tasty:

1957 Chevrolet Bel Air (283 CID / 4.6-liter V8)


(click pics to embiggen)

I have to say that the ask of $105,000 is a little too steep, but the seller is probably trying to recoup the restoration costs (protip:  you never recoup your restoration costs).

All that said, if I were a wealthy collector of late-50’s Murkin Big Iron, I might be tempted because this is one Californian that deserves a home in Texas.  What a peach.

It’s three years younger than I am, and I don’t look half as cool.

Proper Kit

Here’s another one of those “Just suppose” scenarios.

Your Uncle Ernie has passed away, childless and single.  You are his sole heir.  In his will, he has left you his well-established farm — 500 acres in western Montana, with grazing, a couple hundred head of cattle and a dozen horses.  His only stipulation is that you may not sell it for ten years after his death.

So you visit the place, and find it in really good shape — good fences, barns, stables, corrals and what have you;  it’s a going concern, and won’t need much other than good management to keep it going.

Unfortunately, for various reasons, you are not in a position to move there for the next few years, so you’ll have to find a manager.  That’s all well and good, but your best prospect is a younger guy who in turn has only one condition:  that you replace Uncle Ernie’s clapped-out pickup truck with something that will start and run without a full-time mechanic on hand.  (Ernie did all the maintenance himself, but it’s actually almost a full-time job.)  You scan the Used Truck ads, and reject all of them because they’re all pretty similar to the late Ernie’s.  So it’s a new one, then.

Your truck choices are as follows (click on link for specs):

Ford F-350 XLT (6.8-liter V8)

RAM 3500HD (6.4-liter V8)

Chev Silverado 3500HD (6.6-liter V8)

And the ringer:

Toyota Tundra TRD Pro (3.4-liter V6 turbo hybrid)

Which one would you pick for your farm manager, and why?  Be as technical and opinionated as you want.

And here’s some proper background music while you consider your choice.

Blast From The Past: 70s Roadtrip

Time to wax nostalgic (again).  The setup:

You are going back to 1973 to make a trans-continental car trip from Savannah GA to Monterey CA:

For the sake of convenience, let’s say that the trip will take place in the early summer (mid-May to mid-June), which would be months before the Arab oil embargo was imposed later in the fall.  In other words, gasoline prices and availability will not be an issue.

You need not take any particular road (the above map is just a guideline), and you can take up to two weeks to complete the journey.

Your choice of companion is up to you:  a buddy, your wife, your girlfriend, the girl of your dreams, or even that rather skanky-looking thing you picked up at the gas station while filling up before setting off.  Your call.

As with all these little games of mine, imagine that your car will prove to be 100% reliable (as much of a stretch as it may be to imagine, in some cases).

Your choice of 1973-model cars comes from the following list (no substitutions are allowed):

Dodge Challenger 

BMW 3.0 CSi

Chevy Corvette

Mercedes 450SL

Ford Mustang Mach 1

Jaguar XKE

Plymouth Barracuda

Ferrari Daytona GTB4

Pontiac Formula 455

Porsche 911T Coupe 

Choose wisely, O my droogies…

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