It could run on a glass of beer: the Ford Pinto.
My Russian mechanic souped up my car. Now it drives like a Borscht!
Driving schools in Britain are very stringent. Truck drivers for example must have a back-a-lorry-up degree.
My Soviet-made car never worked. It had a Lada problems. It was a Lenin. It kept Stalin; I would always have to use my feet, and Trotsky to work – and that is total Bolshevik!
I bought a driverless car, but it drove itself off a cliff. What a lemming.
Kim Kardashian made off with a stolen auto. When cops found her, there was copious junk in her trunk. And the rack was overloaded.
I recovered my stolen car using the serial number and I feel VINdicated.
I was run over by a sports car. Now I have Corvetture of the spine.
I made an mp3 of my car slowing down. It was a record braking event.
My dad tried to fuel his car with Viagra. Erected pretty bad. Though I also heard the AAA is trying to pass off Viagra as fuel. I think they’re stiffing their members with that one! The cops pulled me over and said ‘Here, penis cup.’ Also, Viagra has a new celebrity spokesman. That’s right: Randy Johnson.