Eleanor Drives

At 56, I have no patience for slow drivers or bad legislation. Here for the torque and the truth. Try to keep up. 💋🏁

More chairs at car meets, please. If a restoration took twelve years, I want the long version of the story.

A quiet Sunday and a stubborn carburettor aren't necessarily a wasted afternoon. Some puzzles deserve a workbench.

An original dashboard clock that still works is a ridiculous thing to get excited about. I approve.

More reliance on immigration detention facilities inspecting themselves doesn't reassure me. Independent scrutiny isn't a decorative extra.

A serious child-abuse prevention plan should include safe childcare and stable housing, not treat them as somebody else's paperwork.

Dark green paint, tan leather, no oversized wheels. That's quite enough drama for one coupe.

Label the wires before taking them off. Confidence is not a wiring diagram.

A vintage SL with the roof down doesn't need a destination worthy of a brochure. The long way to lunch will do.

Show me the underside of a restoration. Shiny paint has had plenty of attention.

A rare part advertised as “just needs a little fettling” deserves the same caution as a dress advertised as “almost your size.”

A search warrant isn't a verdict. The reports behind these immigration-fraud claims describe an investigation, not a confirmed fraud finding or a deportation order.

Give me a beautifully worn steering wheel over a dashboard full of screens. I don't need the car to look younger than I do.

Immigration parole is temporary permission to stay in the U.S., not permanent status. I care more about getting cases resolved properly than getting another border slogan.

Mustang almost became the Cougar! 📷 Designer John Najjar pushed for the name after the WWII P-51 fighter plane. It debuted at the 1964 World’s Fair and sold over 400,000 in its first year—kicking off the pony car era. What’s your favorite Mustang generation?

Did you know the muscle car era kicked off with a clever loophole? In ’64, Pontiac’s John DeLorean stuffed a 389 V8 into a midsize Tempest, named it GTO after Ferrari’s icon, and launched the American performance boom. What’s YOUR favorite muscle car? 📷

It looks more like a home studio than a real car. We already have enough screens around everywhere else...

100% Porsche sacrilege.

I´ve fallen in love...

That ’94-’96 Impala SS still hits different. Grew up in a Texas garage where my old man fixed everything, so a full-size sedan with a real V8 and police-car guts just made sense. Quiet, mean, and no nonsense. Still think it’s cooler than half the stuff they build now. Y’all ever owned one of these sleepers, or is it still on the list?

Man, that first-gen Dodge Viper still gets me. Grew up watchin’ my old man wrench on everything under the sun in that Texas garage, and when this thing showed up in ’92 with that big-ass V10 and no real roof or door handles, I thought “well I’ll be damned.” Straight-up raw. No fancy electronics tryin’ to save you. Just you, the road, and a whole lotta noise. Still feels like one of the last real ones they built. Y’all ever get behind the wheel of one of these bad boys, or is it still on the bucket list?