Actually, there are ten of them.
One of my friends sent this to me with a note: "You do stupid things on the Internet, so I thought you should have this video I just shot."
How do you ferry six friends with a BAC of "bourbon" around Nashville for a four day bachelor party extravaganza? Are you stumped? I was too. So I asked Nissan and they suggested the NV 3500.
Let's not beat around the bush: Our attempt at char siu bao in honor of the Chinese Grand Prix was a complete clusterfuck. Alright, maybe not a complete clusterfuck. But we could have done better.
It was in a warehouse in Red Hook. Questlove was spinning records. David Chang's team provided the food while he mingled with the crowd. There were two different photo booths. It wasn't an album debut. It wasn't a gallery opening. It was Audi's attempt at a hipster party for the new A3. And it was fucking awesome.
F1 is awesome in every way but one. The majority of races are broadcast at ungodly hours here on the East Coast. So Matt Hardigree and I got to thinking: If we're going to be DVR'ing most races and watching them on Sunday mornings, why not cook our way through the race season?
Spotted on Walker yesterday afternoon: Three Gotham PD cruisers.
Saving an absurd Broncos effort leading to the greatest comeback in sports since Kobe convinced his wife to stay with him, this Super Bowl has been horrible to watch. So instead of paying attention to the game, Matt and I just made some food.
Say you live in Brooklyn and you've been offered a bourbon barrel. You have no car. You shudder at the thought of rolling said barrel onto the subway. What do you do?
I was walking out of my office tonight and stumbled upon a beautiful sight: 10 brand-new C7 Corvettes just lined up outside the Wired store at the corner of 14th and 9th.
It's hard to hate someone when they're driving a bacon car. Even when they're stealing your parking spot on the LES.
Looks delicious, right?
They didn't let us on.
There's a silver spoon joke here somewhere.
This parrot is stealing the show from his owner's 1967 Ferrari 275 GTB/4 Scaglietti Berlinetta.
This is what happens to your car if you park it on the Pebble Beach Concours without a parking pass. You've been warned.
This 1959 Porsche 718 RSK Spyder Center Steer owner has an excellent sense of humor.
Now somebody just needs to teach Travis how to play asteroids.
"What's the deal with this Prius?"