At this time next week, I’ll be in a wig and robe, spray painted rubber mallet gavel in hand, flat on my back looking up at the wretched guts of some hoopty MR2 while Team Whatever’s best liar tries to convince me (maybe with a bottle of something rummy) that those bright yellow Bilstein’s were on the car when he bought it from a little old lady for $180. Ah, LeMons. There’s really nothing like it, especially if you enjoy watching grown men lie through their teeth/cry. And if you’re anywhere in the Reno area next weekend, you owe it to yourself to drag ass out to the Reno-Fernley Raceway (shooting range on site) and watch the $500 crapcans fail majestically in the warm Nevada sun. Also fun for the kids: in addition to myself and the fast-talkin’ Judge Martin, Autoblog’s own Damon Lavrinc will be donning the wig and robe in order to enforce justice. After all, isn’t that what it’s all about, justice? More info: Goin’ For Broken 2009