By Jen Dunnaway

Editor

Yep, it’s DeLorean wine. As one of the commenters on the pic at DMC’s Facebook page said, “that’s the classiest DWI I ever seen.”

By John Coyle

Deputy Editor

When I saw this story on reddit, the headline was: “We’ve secretly replaced this couple’s alarm clock with a Chevy Malibu. Let’s see if they notice the difference.” Now, I thought that was hilarious, but I stopped snickering when I saw the image below. Looking at how the car is perched on the bed, it’s tough to see how Kristin Palmer and Trent Wood escaped with only “minor scrapes and burns” after a drunk plowed into their bedroom. Of course, when I saw this quote, I totally started laughing again: “Initially, Woods struggled to comprehend what had happened to him after being abruptly torn from his slumber.” I mean, duh. Most people would be a tad confused if they went to sleep and then woke up with a car parked on top of them. It’d be a lot stranger if he’d initially struggled to determine whether the control arm bushings needed to be replaced. For the whole story and more pics, head over to CNN.

By John Coyle

Deputy Editor

Today marks the CarDomain blog’s third birthday, and since we figure internet and dog years are equivalent, that means our baby is legal to drink. But pouring champagne into the servers isn’t the best idea—hey, live and learn—so we needed another idea about how to celebrate properly, and after some quick brainstorming, Rob put Ryan and I back to work. Well, while watching a Top Gear clip, I randomly mentioned I’d never been to London—and that was all it took. Rob yelled “Friday blog birthday in London,” cranked up the Clash, and before I could even finish my beer, we were headed to the airport for a flight across the pond. Now, CarDomain has a huge following overseas, so putting all the party details on our MySpace page wasn’t the best idea. As you can see from the photo, it got way out of hand, and while Rob and I are only nursing Pacific-sized hangovers, Ryan is currently sobering up in the slammer—because real gangstas can’t run fast. Hopefully he’ll get out in time for our flight. Thanks for reading the blog, we wouldn’t be here without you!

By David Clarke

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We bring you guys lots of pictures involving wrecked cars, so it’s occasionally inevitable that one of those pictures will be attached to a tragic story. On Wednesday the 11th in the early morning hours, Charles “Mask” Lewis of MMA fame died when his Ferrari 360 struck a white Porsche. The impact was so hard that the Ferrari was split in two, ejecting his female passenger into the street. The Newport Ca. police department thinks the two cars were side by side when the accident occured, but are still unclear as to whether they were racing. The driver of the white Porsche and his female passenger did flee the scene, abandoning the car on a side street. They were later caught and the driver, Jeffery Kirby, is being held on drunk-driving charges with bail set at 2 million dollars. For more on the story click here.

So, everybody knows that Coca-Cola was originally spiked with Bolivian marching powder—but 7-Up also had a secret ingredient! As it turns out, the company’s "Never had it, never will" slogan doesn’t apply to lithium. Today, lithium is used to treat bi-polar disorder, but back in the roaring ’20s, it was just a hangover cure. Damn, I knew I was born too late. Anyway, here’s the news:

• Honda has released images of the new Insight, and it looks very similar to the Prius, which means it’s hideous. So what’s the deal? Must hybrid cars be visually repellent to function? Is this why Tesla can’t seem to get its act together? Autoblog
• Yesterday, a Reno woman got wasted and hopped behind the wheel. Then she filled her tank and drove away with the pump’s nozzle dangling. The kicker? She mistook an ambulance for a police cruiser and pulled over. At least nobody got hurt. The Weekly Vice via Jalopnik
• With the Big Three begging for government loans and auto sales in the toilet, it’s easy to see Hummer as doomed. But while its fate seems certain, there’s a chance the Ruskies might save the beefy brand. Seriously, ever seen a Russian "road?" New York Times
• If somebody stole my moped—not that I’d ever own one—I guess I’d be pretty stoked if the thief tried to make right. Of course, I might be a little pissed if it took him 25 years. Reuters

Apparently, US service people aren’t allowed to have any booze when deployed in a combat zone. But according to the German defense ministry, a million liters of alcohol—mostly beer—have been sent to its soldiers fighting in Afghanistan. Now that’s what I call supporting the troops! Anyway, here’s the news:

• Will Obama appoint a "Car Czar?" Given the importance of the domestic auto industry, it’s not a bad idea. And while I’m not a fan of Thomas Friedman—life sure is easy when your wife is loaded—I liked his idea about letting Steve Jobs run GM. But why not let Jobs supervise the whole show? Nowadays, cars are basically just rolling computers anyway. Detroit News
• Here’s a headline for you: "GM Asks Employees to Beg Congress for Money." It’s accurate, and as a fan of the General, I have to say it hurts a little. But how about looking at the bright side? "Ain’t too proud to beg" actually has a pretty nice ring to it. I can see the ad spots already… Wired
• Tesla, the company struggling to prove its Roadster isn’t vaporware, left Detroit a month ago. But guess which company is getting ready to set up show in the Motor City? Yup, arch-rival and recent court foe Fisker. Will it have better luck? New York Times
• The market sucks, everybody is worried about losing their jobs, and its stock is in the toilet, but the Blue Oval is coming out swinging with a bevy of new models. Given the hot little rides it already sells across the pond, Henry’s company could hit the ground running. Motor Authority

A bunch of mouthbreathers in Tempe, AZ, were vomiting milk off a bridge into the road. One driver got on the brakes hard amidst the hail of barf and was rear-ended by another car, sending the driver at her 6-year-old daughter to the hospital with minor injuries. Hmm, sounds to me like a pretty decent argument for the relaxation of gun control! More here.

An inebriated Lynne Rice, age 74, took her ’88 Cadillac (not pictured) crashing through two six-foot panes of plate glass into a convenience store, then grabbed a six-pack of Bud from the cooler after extracting herself from the rubble. A horrified store clerk "declined the sale" and called the cops instead. Though the big Caddy managed to plow about halfway through the store, no one was hurt. Even more miraculously, grandma was charged with only misdemeanor DUI, and released on bail.

When I learned I was going cover Bullrun, I kept hearing about the insane parties which raged after the day’s stages. So how are they? To be honest, I can’t really say. This picture was taken at penthouse of the resort where we were staying in Big Sky, and while there was free booze, most of the folks who’ve been on the rally—myself included—have been too tired to tear it up party-wise. But given that we’ve been leaving at nine in the morning and arriving at our final destinations between ten and 11PM, that’s not terribly surprising. After 12 hours of driving as hard and fast as you possibly can, getting wasted simply isn’t as attractive as sleeping. Unsurprisingly, the fact that I’ve yet to be found passed out in a hallway has convinced Bullrun Ringmaster Andy Duncan that I don’t drink enough, which probably makes him the first person I’ve ever met to believe that. Think I should have him call my folks and set them straight? 

"You have no idea what you’re in for." That’s what I kept hearing at the pub last night, whenever I told Bullrun veterans that this was my first rally. Should I be nervous? From what I can figure, the answer is an unqualified yes. But to hell with it! The only way to do this rally is to jump in with both feet, so that’s my plan. I can sleep when I get home. Or when I die, whichever comes first. As you can imagine, the caliber of cars here is ridiculous. Along with Claus Ettensberger’s insane fighter-plane-themed GT2, right now, there are two Ferrari 430s, a Lamborghini Gallardo, a Spyker, the Team Angry Audi R8, a super-trick 928, and a brand-new Aston Martin DBS parked in front of the hotel. And from the sounds of it, I’m going to get to ride in all of them. Hell. And. Yes. I have to run downstairs and get registered, but check out pics of all the cars after the jump. 

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