Cars are small. Too small. Your dog gets claustrophobic. Your gear gets cleisiophobic (fear of being locked in small, enclosed spaces). Your significant other gets hodophobic (fear of road travel). It's enough to make you lyssophobic (fear of going mad). Which is just another way of saying, at Isuzu, we're carophobic. That's why we make the surprisingly spacious Isuzu Rodeo.

As if all Light of Reasoning were so shut up in Clavius his Brain, that because he does not see, the rest of Mankind must be blind; and what is that way of Reasoning that he betakes himself to, but by huddling the Principles of Geometry into Confusion, without order of method of Reasoning, to make a Conclusion, like a Dutch Reckoning of Allem-al?

They've walked the curves of the deserted park singing and chanting antiracist slogans.

But that doesn’t mean that the series is bad, just peculiar, a solemn mythologization — and mystification — of surfing as unearthly pleasure and life-sapping addiction.