The setup kind of sounds like the 2004 comedy EuroTrip, but with cars. The trio of presenters is on a 1,400-mile adventure through some of the most picturesque locations Eastern Europe has to offer, going through Poland, Slovakia, Hungary, and Slovenia. Three very strange cars will be the stars of this 2-hour special. And because filming has concluded, we already know who is driving what. Jeremy in the Mitsuoka Le-Seyde You’re right about Montgomery Gentry having “never been a good band.” They’re a DUO; slight fundamental difference, there. And their music has always been DECENT, if not necessarily great (though they’ve had moments of greatness in the past. “Titty’s Beer” certainly isn’t on of them). She’s not sure what the hell James is up to now as she watches him pull over onto the side of the road in the Crosley, before he’s getting out and slamming the door shut. And he doesn’t look pleased at all. Not that she really blames him, she would be too if she were him. She’s sure both Jeremy and Richard have already agreed on that without her, but just in case they haven’t. And she’s sure they wouldn’t mind going to the camp again, just so James gets to look around, considering how excited James was to go there, and they certainly both feel guilty for not being able to wait for him. Even if for TVs sake they may not have acted like it.

Terry: Wait a minute . . . a tinge of doubt crosses my mind when you say that you want to make a deal with me Originally recorded by the Country Music Grimmace Colt Ford, “Titty’s Beer” is an ode to idiocracy and a battle hymn for the forces of misogynistic cultural reduction. The premise doesn’t even make sense, but you can see some oaf going, “Well hell. I like titties, and I like beer, so….”And no folks, this isn’t some buried album cut from the once high flying country duo, this song has its own video and is being pushed hard to the teeming masses. May however surely wins the award for the worst car on the special. He chose a 1947 Crosley CC Convertible, a model that was actually one of the first mass-produced slab-sided cars in history. Under the hood of his CC was a 700cc engine, limiting May’s top speed on highways to around 40 mph. Crosley was the brainchild of Powel Crosley Jr. of Cincinnati, Ohio. He believed that cars had become too big and cumbersome, even as early as the 1940s, which was incredibly forward-thinking. The worst part about “Titty’s Beer” is that the song doesn’t even work on any fundamental level. There’s actually a legacy in country music that uses innuendo and wordplay to veil sexually-charged content that can be both witty and entertaining. But “Titty’s Beer” bears it all, leaving nothing to the imagination.Unaware of recent developments, both Jeremy and Richard have been on the road for quite some time now in their own cars after stopping for lunch after visiting the Prisoner of War camp. Passing the time by discussing which Jaguar had an overdrive button. Completely oblivious to the fact that their fellow colleagues and partners are catching up to them.

As setting up a camera in the Titties ‘n’ Beer car is being taken care of, she gives Wilman a call to tell him what’s going on. Whether he’s going to relay the news to Jeremy and Richard, she doesn’t know.

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Miraculously, she’s able to convince James to not drive off just yet as some of the crew that’s still with them goes off to find a trailer and cables to tow the Crosley behind the hotrod. Although James isn’t too pleased at the idea of having to tow the Crosley, requesting one of the crew cars to tow it along, or that they just abandon it instead. Starting things off, Jeremy Clarkson is going to be behind the wheel of a car called the Mitsuoka Le-Seyde. It’s a surprising choice considering James was the one who drove Mitsuokas many years ago. This obscure Japanese company likes to manufacture retro-looking automobiles out of existing chassis. Hold on a second man, keep it forever? You're so bold. I mean, I don't know if I want to get into this after all

On your defense of Coe’s self-promotion, that’s all fine and dandy. Coe released his first album in 1969, so his career existed long before “this day and age,” so theoretically he had no need to self-promote (assuming that the rules have changed in some substantial way). In fact, in this day and age, I’d say that he’s laid off of his self-promotion a bit. Regardless, he has some great music, no matter how much I choose to criticize his personality. And my trademark is to call country stars out when they start acting like douchebags. And that”™s what makes the world go ”™round.”No kidding. Do tell me at what point I referred to it as a review, other than in my above response to Matt (which was the result of HIM calling it a review)? And no, I don’t think this exercise is folly. This song DOES deserve to be called out, but differently. I typically enjoy your rants because they tend to be well-written and have something resembling a point to get across that’s intrinsic to the source of the rant (i.e. the song). THIS article could and should have been done better; it’s not up to your usual standards. Had it been, I probably would have been laughing or fuming along with you. But I fail to see how “calling it out” has anything to do with what Montgomery or Gentry choose to wear. It would be fine if you devoted a line or two to this “issue,” but it makes up the majority of the rant. Are we hear to read about the song or how little you like their outfits or hair products that they may or may not use? Joe Diffie’s career sounded its death rattle at the tail end of the 90s. “Girl Ridin’ Shotgun” was simply his last gasp of air before they shoveled six feet of dirt in his face. Tim McGraw, on the other hand, has improved with his last few singles, such as “Highway Don’t Care.” The song isn’t great and it’s still very pop, but at least it isn’t rap. David Allan Coe, the biggest self-promoter in country music history, doesn’t pander to anyone? That’s news to me. Okay, okay, I'm getting out!" Lizzy relents, getting out as James tugs on her shirt to get her to hurry up. "You're just in a foul mood cause you missed the Prisoners of War camp."