Don't get too much awesome in your Christmas chili: it's time to put the nose to the Panetone and activate your Lurker Sense. From foolish gun buy-backs and anti-cop Dem politicos being carjacked for irony and hypocrisy, to putting better presents in your stockings, the Garage Hour has the holiday goodness for your (belated) merry margarita. Yes, have some.

Don't forget the basics (because we didn't): The Bullet Points, AWR Hawkins, Squirrel Nut Zippers, Brian Setzer Orchestra and Burl Freakin' Ives.

Don't get too much awesome in your Christmas chili: it's time to put the nose to the Panetone and activate your Lurker Sense. From foolish gun buy-backs and anti-cop Dem politicos being carjacked for irony and hypocrisy, to putting better presents in your stockings, the Garage Hour has the holiday goodness for your (belated) merry margarita. Yes, have some.

Don't forget the basics (because we didn't): The Bullet Points, AWR Hawkins, Squirrel Nut Zippers, Brian Setzer Orchestra and Burl Freakin' Ives.

Pre-Christmas madness from the one-track guardrails-by-braille festival of gearhead goodness that makes the Garage Hour's wheels turn: Rhino-lined FJ80s versus Plasti-Dip Miatas, Cowboy Bebop (versus the Netflix remake), vinegar and marinade goodness and good bumper selections versus pinkos in the grocery store, and electric cars versus politics.  Why do electric cars have to be racist now?  Let them suck (or swim) on their own, and leave the palest pyramid scheme vampie alone with his billions.

Shouts outed to Hoosier Eric, Dustin v2, the Ayatollah, Chef Jeff, .45 Phil and Gringo Rich (and the ignominious end of the name "Dick"...).

Pre-Christmas madness from the one-track guardrails-by-braille festival of gearhead goodness that makes the Garage Hour's wheels turn: Rhino-lined FJ80s versus Plasti-Dip Miatas, Cowboy Bebop (versus the Netflix remake), vinegar and marinade goodness and good bumper selections versus pinkos in the grocery store, and electric cars versus politics.  Why do electric cars have to be racist now?  Let them suck (or swim) on their own, and leave the palest pyramid scheme vampie alone with his billions.

Shouts outed to Hoosier Eric, Dustin v2, the Ayatollah, Chef Jeff, .45 Phil and Gringo Rich (and the ignominious end of the name "Dick"...).

Do stuff (because you can) - pedalling the Subie wagoon cross-country is a great time to collect some serious gearhead thoughts.  Garage Hour's Hostus Maximus peels apart the reasons for actually hating a thing - not because you were told to, but because it's bad.  Start with driverless cars and semis, add the right to repair (if you own it, why can't you fix it?), and finish with clowning those boobs who can't run a set of headights

...With shouts out to Chef Jeff, the Diesel Ayatollah, .45 Phil, the Jaimz Unit, Popeye's muscles, Greedo's eggs (Han shot first) and some industrial and darkwave yumminess.

Do stuff (because you can) - pedalling the Subie wagoon cross-country is a great time to collect some serious gearhead thoughts.  Garage Hour's Hostus Maximus peels apart the reasons for actually hating a thing - not because you were told to, but because it's bad.  Start with driverless cars and semis, add the right to repair (if you own it, why can't you fix it?), and finish with clowning those boobs who can't run a set of headights

...With shouts out to Chef Jeff, the Diesel Ayatollah, .45 Phil, the Jaimz Unit, Popeye's muscles, Greedo's eggs (Han shot first) and some industrial and darkwave yumminess.

Why do things "because that's how we always dude them"?  Dump the habits that don't make sense and honor the physics of traffic (with a little nod to the law, just to keep those tickets to a minimum), and make the phone-nodding top-knot neck-beard half-wit behind you think about hissowndamnself for a change.

Watch the traffic elitist behind you when you take your foot of the brakes at a red light, and test their skill (or lack thereof).  The road ain't a solo act, and we're all in this mess together - might as well own it.

Why do things "because that's how we always dude them"?  Dump the habits that don't make sense and honor the physics of traffic (with a little nod to the law, just to keep those tickets to a minimum), and make the phone-nodding top-knot neck-beard half-wit behind you think about hissowndamnself for a change.

Watch the traffic elitist behind you when you take your foot of the brakes at a red light, and test their skill (or lack thereof).  The road ain't a solo act, and we're all in this mess together - might as well own it.