Hank Watson's Garage Hour - Cars, Trucks, Beers & Guns

TIme to push it down and lean back - it's a one-day sprint from here to there with Hostus Maximus Justin Fort. From rating the troopers in Illinois against the meter maids in the San Diego sector (so much copulence) and talking your way out of tickets, to good behavior in the car and road-trip expectations, we've got your pricey gas right here. Just don't ask for a Chevy Equinox - those big gals tried to drive it into the ditch on the 80 (so much better than the 88).

There's more: the difference between dashboard data and dial-up distractions (it's all bad), where have all the audio jacks gone (?), and being saved by the rear-view (got to live in your mirrors when you're piling on the MPHs).

TIme to push it down and lean back - it's a one-day sprint from here to there with Hostus Maximus Justin Fort. From rating the troopers in Illinois against the meter maids in the San Diego sector (so much copulence) and talking your way out of tickets, to good behavior in the car and road-trip expectations, we've got your pricey gas right here. Just don't ask for a Chevy Equinox - those big gals tried to drive it into the ditch on the 80 (so much better than the 88).

There's more: the difference between dashboard data and dial-up distractions (it's all bad), where have all the audio jacks gone (?), and being saved by the rear-view (got to live in your mirrors when you're piling on the MPHs).

Holy freakin' sequel, Batman - the Garage Hour goons gathered up the Chi-town hustlers for another armpit-adjacent gearhead free-for-all, and spicy meatballs happened. What's it? Cutting cars in half in auto shop, why electric Jeeps still aren't going to four-wheel (but the Gladiator is semi-driveable), interior colors (Whorehouse Red, anyone?), buying neighbors' forgotten treasures, and a dynamite analysis of where the used-car market is, where it's going, and what cars we're watching to make the math.

But wait: Trinity's Kolsch, Bell's IPA, and Toppling's Pseudo Sue, pit bulls and their tails, mall-crawling versus flexing Starbucks (Jeepers), and wading the Dupage River.

Holy freakin' sequel, Batman - the Garage Hour goons gathered up the Chi-town hustlers for another armpit-adjacent gearhead free-for-all, and spicy meatballs happened. What's it? Cutting cars in half in auto shop, why electric Jeeps still aren't going to four-wheel (but the Gladiator is semi-driveable), interior colors (Whorehouse Red, anyone?), buying neighbors' forgotten treasures, and a dynamite analysis of where the used-car market is, where it's going, and what cars we're watching to make the math.

But wait: Trinity's Kolsch, Bell's IPA, and Toppling's Pseudo Sue, pit bulls and their tails, mall-crawling versus flexing Starbucks (Jeepers), and wading the Dupage River.

...And sometimes, the cluster is half the adventure (or most of it, in this case). While doing a banzai run to a "meet here" out-there getogether with some 'froading buddies (who we met at the now-defunct FJ Summit), the Gearhead Consultancy wound up doing a test of tent tie-downs and fireproofing, duct tape and rental-cabin supplies, plus hose clamps, zip-ties and Lee Van Cleef.

More thoughts for you: Texas VS Taos? Flat-four VS small-block? Tramp VS Glamp? Ex-parte VS exfil? Also, Frampton VS Rogan, Tom Waits, and Dave Mustaine's throat.

...And sometimes, the cluster is half the adventure (or most of it, in this case). While doing a banzai run to a "meet here" out-there getogether with some 'froading buddies (who we met at the now-defunct FJ Summit), the Gearhead Consultancy wound up doing a test of tent tie-downs and fireproofing, duct tape and rental-cabin supplies, plus hose clamps, zip-ties and Lee Van Cleef.

More thoughts for you: Texas VS Taos? Flat-four VS small-block? Tramp VS Glamp? Ex-parte VS exfil? Also, Frampton VS Rogan, Tom Waits, and Dave Mustaine's throat.

Wellll... It should be no surprise that wading waist-deep into mid-day traffic for a Colorado hot lap might plunge the Garage Hour into some of the usual left-lane snobs, inattentive Audis, sloppy Subarus, tuned-out tail-gaters and just a few intrepid truckers. This is a classic on-the-road snapshot, including a parachute job by The Craig, an old friend of the show and used-car expert.

While we're at it, how about analysis of a very beat third-gen 4Runner (probably not worth $5000), and a little more of what you like best: Hostus Maxiums Justin Fort yelling at lousy motorists.

Wellll... It should be no surprise that wading waist-deep into mid-day traffic for a Colorado hot lap might plunge the Garage Hour into some of the usual left-lane snobs, inattentive Audis, sloppy Subarus, tuned-out tail-gaters and just a few intrepid truckers. This is a classic on-the-road snapshot, including a parachute job by The Craig, an old friend of the show and used-car expert.

While we're at it, how about analysis of a very beat third-gen 4Runner (probably not worth $5000), and a little more of what you like best: Hostus Maxiums Justin Fort yelling at lousy motorists.

Even the fist-fights between millenial race-car drivers suck - what we'd give for the good old days when Cale Yarborough beat up the whole Allison family, or Boris Said "teaching 'em a lesson..." Whatevs - the Garage Hour will keep reminding you what good looks like. Then we'll tell you about Texas reminding Mexican truckers who's in charge, and why amoral and compassionless robots ain't here to help (and will probably hurt).

Then again, it could be worse - just move to Denver, where they want to disarm law-abiding citizens, or Kalifornistan, where they don't make enough electricity to top off the ego in your electric status-symbol.

Even the fist-fights between millenial race-car drivers suck - what we'd give for the good old days when Cale Yarborough beat up the whole Allison family, or Boris Said "teaching 'em a lesson..." Whatevs - the Garage Hour will keep reminding you what good looks like. Then we'll tell you about Texas reminding Mexican truckers who's in charge, and why amoral and compassionless robots ain't here to help (and will probably hurt).

Then again, it could be worse - just move to Denver, where they want to disarm law-abiding citizens, or Kalifornistan, where they don't make enough electricity to top off the ego in your electric status-symbol.