As a man with his finger on the pulse of the autoblogosphere, I can report that there’s a groundswell of critical coverage of The Big 2.8’s credibility. TTAC is no longer a lone voice. Questions are being asked. Issues raised. One of the most critical: why can’t Chrysler, GM and Ford just ditch their unwanted brands? Answer: state-by-state dealer franchise laws that heavily favor the dealers– thanks to their political clout. The Big 2.8 can’t live with ’em, they can’t afford to live without ’em. The Colorado Statesman’s Jerry Kopel does some deep diving into this devilish dilemma and provides some important insights on this life-or-death, well, C11 anyway, issue.

Friends’ star Jennifer Aniston crashed her Jaguar back in the 00’s. Since then, Jennifer has kept the PC flame alive with her Toyota Prius. Courtney Cox crashed a white Bimmer in Hawaii, but she’s normally seen driving a Range Rover (even if she isn’t sure which one’s hers). Sarah Jessica Parker got to keep her clothes from Sex and the City; here’s hoping Ms. Cox added an Audi R8 to her Dirt contract. Lisa Kudrow snagged a car out of her deal with Lexus’ internet-only L Studio. Matt LeBlanc races for fun, and fessed-up about running a Porsche Turbo on Conan O’Brien. Well, not on him… Matthew Perry also crashed a BMW, but moved on to a Porsche Cabriolet. David Schwimmer’s first car was a 1976 Chevy Monte Carlo. Pause. He also dated Minnie Driver. Pause. And that’s enough for the guy who went from being a poster child for sarcasm to the whiniest man on planet Earth. Now, ALL of them can get do the right thing for American manufacturing (whatever that is) AND get a discount on a GM product simply by finding a “friend” who works for the company. For people who pay people to get rid of stalkers, how hard can that be? And you can get the same deal too! Not on stalkers but GM products! GM’s announcement to its employees after the jump.

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Well that didn’t take long. From stupid-ass dealer mark-ups to employee pricing discounts and/or zero percent financing in just over a year. Those fire-sale prices include the Dodge Challenger SRT8, despite the website’s fine print. In fact, the word on the street says you can get $4k off said top-of-the-line pavement smoker without much haggling. More if you’ve got a hard nose and cold cash (preferably financing, but beggars can be choosers these days). If you were waiting for the Challenger SRT8 to get some much-needed handling updates (e.g., a real limited slip diff), let it go. Saying that, who gives a NSFW about corners? I want me one of them 1000 NHRA Drag Race package Challengers, with added lightness, a shortened wheelbase and, uh, stuff. The livery’s not the worst I’ve ever seen. Okay, it is. But. I mean. Well. Anyway, it’s time for those TIWWRS (this is what we’ll really sell) six-cylinder Challengers to see if they can play Hertz. Only, the Challenger makes a lousy rental car with its challenged packaging and not-so-hot fuel economy. Oh, and the reason I’m blogging this now? A friend tried to sell me an immaculate a 10k mile Challenger SRT8 for $25 grand. Ouch. Quick aside. Is it me, or do all these guy vs. guy, middle-of-the-night drag race ads have a homosexual subtext?

“While I have no statistical data to support my theory that Lexus drivers collectively exhibit the worst roadside manners in the U.S.,” The Detroit News‘ Scott Burgess writes, “I have plenty of anecdotal evidence: The Lexus driver on her cell phone in California who nearly ran me off the road in Westwood. The South Florida Lexus driver on his cell phone using the emergency lane to bypass traffic. Other Lexus drivers cutting me off, tailgating me or the never even seeing me. Somehow, Lexus can take a nice guy and transform him into Mad Max.” Whoa! Lexus? Mad Max?

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My step-daughter Sasha and I had a little chin-wag this morning. After debating my potential car “needs” with her in private, it struck me that TTAC’s Best and Brightest might want to hear an 11-year-old’s perspective on high end automobiles. As egghead pistonheads, we often forget the basic appeal of our wheels, and how people outside the autoblogosphere view the apples of our collective eye. So I present my interview with Sash, and invite you to share your progeny’s thoughts about cars in general, your cars in particular and dream machines. [NB: I know the Estoque doesn’t have scissor doors. More’s the pity.]