Damn, is it the holiday season already? Nope - it's just Neiman Marcus reminding us that we don't make enough to buy a trip into space, or a BMW M6 Convertible. We're hoping to scrape together the cash for Chick Fil-A today, 'cause we're in need of nuggets.
So the grand alliance is off, and GM can focus on its own recovery. Does this mean Ford will have to sit through six months of speculation before it can open its own can of Ghosn Be Gone?
Meanwhile, Toyota slammed one out of the park in September, boosting its sales about 20 percent. And even Ford got in on the good vibrations with strong car sales. Maybe if gas does drop under $2 the whole idea of more auto alliances will seem silly.
Chilling thought or dark reality: Quentin Tarantino could do for Kurt Russell and cars what he did for John Travolta and Burger King.
Rolls is getting smaller while MINI is getting bigger. In other news, TCC is fielding a basketball team of Oompa-Loompas and donating our house Isetta to Manute Bol.
Volkswagen's new special editions remind us that our lives really don't have enough electric orange in them, although there was that Chinese take-out we ordered last week and can still taste.
Well, it's good to see VW and its unions can agree on something, and they can get back to those grueling 35 hours of work this week.
And finally this week, we bid a final adieu to Paris and its auto show - yes we know it's a week old but the jet lag just left us this morning, okay? Have a little patience for our creaky biological clocks.