Be sure to watch to the credits. The last line of the documentary is priceless after you see the build up.

Rex had once owned a Porsche 911, as red as a cherry in a cocktail, his favourite toy creature, his best disguise, his personal confidant, and more, in fact all that a car could be for a man, and its fair to say Rex had made a tidy emotional as well as cash investment - indeed, he would not have flinched from the word "relationship". He called it Bruno. He knew the location of every all-night car-wash in the four counties, he'd fallen asleep on his back beneath its ventral coolness, with a plastic tool case for a pillow, and slept right through the night, and he had even, more than once, in scented petroleum dimness, had his throbbing manhood down inside one flared chrome carburetor barrel as the engine idled and with sensitive care he adjusted the pulsing vacuum to meet his own quickening rhythm, as man and machine together rose to peaks of hitherto unimaginable ecstasy...

I don't have time to watch this right now, but 5 stars for putting "I'm In Love With My Car" by Queen in my head.

Of course he lives in fucking Yelm. As they were zooming in on the map of the US I was thinking "Oh god, no.". The Puget Sound area is fucked up, damn it.

Stars for the weird bear hat. Stars for how hard I laughed seeing the text "The tailpipe is an anus" being highlighted. Sigh. I'll watch the rest later, I have to.

Don't pretend like you don't know that Airwolf comes as fast as a jet.

I had seen a picture of some US red neck that was fucking the tailpipe of his bronco, wearing a tutu. I sh*t you not. And I always hoped that for some reason, it was fake.

But now, I'm not sure anymore and I feel dirty.

I don't see why Jordon didn't tell Wal-Mart the truth.

"I am going to be videotaped by some British dudes for the tv about how I like have sex with my car."

that sounds so normal!

I blame Henry Ford. He started this mess.