Women. When they're not dying, they're spending more money on cars. What is up with that, ladies?

In most places, walking, the fundamental process of mobility for humans, is an indispensable activity, on par with breathing. In Los Angeles it is a crime, with an associated $200 fine.

Who is "NAdude," a frequent commenter on car blog The Truth About Cars? According to the blog's former editor Bertel Schmitt, it's General Motors' Vice President of North America, Mark Reuss. And it's not just him, either.

Example #4,080 of why it is not wise to videotape yourself breaking the law and then upload that video to the internet: Adam Tang, who allegedly filmed himself setting an unofficial speed record in a drive around the island of Manhattan, was arrested yesterday for reckless driving. Police also seized Tang's 2006 BMW Z4, according to the Associated Press.

24 years ago, Rick Lookebill was forced to say an untimely goodbye to his beloved 1972 Ford Mustang Mach 1 — the very first car he ever bought.

Like many toddlers, 14-month-old Sorella Stoute enjoys playing with her dad's smartphone. What's not to like? An interactive screen, bright colors, probably some games. And, of course, the eBay app, which Sorella used to buy a 1962 Austin Healey when her father wasn't paying attention.

Jalopnik profiles "the most interesting man in car porn" in an article replete with all sorts of fun themes you look for in a feature—sex, drugs, drones, and fast cars.

Liberals love Subaru cars. In certain woodsy towns filled with wealthy former hippies, Subarus have long been the default automobile. So why is the company now mocking public transportation, the most hallowed of elite coastal liberal institutions?

Google's driverless car is still in the early stages of development, but the unit spotted tooling around Manhattan this month was in rough shape even for a beta test. One particularly noticeable bug was the passenger hanging out the window in an Osama bin Laden mask. In another glitch, the car hit a cyclist in Soho, where the aftermath was caught by an Instagram user. Others might have spotted the Google car proudly cruising by, oblivious to the traffic cone wedged firmly under the bumper. And all this was before the power-slides, rubber-scorching donuts and fender-benders…

In my day, if you wanted to buy a car, you just opened up the "newspaper" to the "classified ads" section and looked under "used cars." (Later, you had to find some money also.) Things change. These days, none of those things in quotation marks exist any more.

Europe, an expensive overseas cooking school populated by pussies, is still busy finding ever more outrageous ways to offend American sensibilities. First, it was the whole WWII thing, which we had to go straighten out ourselves. Then there was Monty Python. (Was he making fun of us? I think he was making fun of us.) And now, these Eurotrash types are too good to buy cars, all of a sudden.

Do you know who the youngest female billionaire in America is? No, of course you don't. That's why you read this website. To learn that she is the heiress to the In-N-Out Burger chain fortune, and she is colorful.

How's your 1996 Honda Accord? Good? Still hanging in? Bumper doing alright? Got those wiper blades switched out finally? Good, good. Oh, me? The wealthy global upper crust? Well, I absolutely cannot stop buying Rolls-Royces. You know how it is.

For starters, Tim Allen's favorite car isn't a Porsche or a Jay Leno-ish vintage ride; no, it's a souped up 1996 Chevy Impala, which, according to Allen's website (totally worth a visit, by the way), "holds a DOHC 32-valve Corvette ZR1 engine and delivers 446 hp at 5500 rpm." I don't know what that means, but it sounds fast and loud. Also of note: "The rear also includes a "Binford 6100" badge. (Binford is the hypothetical tool manufacturer from Home Improvement's "Tool Time" show.)"

A reader sends this photo of a vanity plate that everyone can enjoy, taken on a street in Bushwick, Brooklyn. "The front of the car was all smashed up," she adds.

Lincoln, the auto company whose average customer is the same age as Abraham Lincoln, has a problem: they're rolling out a hot new car, and they would like to sell it to some people who may not be about to die. Where is the more youthful, affluent audience for this stupid car? If you said "probably buying a BMW," you are far too honest to ever be a chief marketing officer.

Welcome to Thatz Not Okay, a regular column in which I school inquiring readers on what is and is not okay. Please send your questions to caity.weaver@gawker.com with the subject "Thatz Not Okay."

Selling used cars is a pretty good business: you buy crappy old cars at rock-bottom prices from desperate people; sell these crappy cars to desperate people at inflated prices; repo the cars when the desperate people run out of money; and then sell the same cars all over again.

How often have you been on a long drive and wished that you had a hot shot of espresso to wake you up? Aside from the fact that spilling scalding coffee is a safety hazard, an extra appliance is a distraction, and drinking espresso will make you have to pee way more frequently, the concept of an in-car espresso maker sounds pretty good.

Driving a cherry red convertible doesn't just put you at a higher risk for tickets — you're also more likely to be shit on by birds, according to a new British study.