We also generally don’t have a culture of repairing minor dings and dents in cars.

I’ll bet I’m not the only Jalopnik reader who had to read the article to learn, “Who was this ‘DMX’ guy and why was he famous?”

Being a retired Electrical Engineer, after removing the device (attached by zip ties?) if there was no obvious ID (“Property of XXPD”), my next step would be to disassemble the thing, of course strictly out of intellectual curiousity. First any battery, then down to individual circuit boards. Dispose of the remains…

Interfering with law enforcement. Denying the government use of an official government device.

The police would freak out about an unidentified device on one of their cars and charge you with terrorism for planting it.

Fuck you to imaginary “hell” for writing that. I’m guessing that is some line from some degenerate 21st century movie. You are a sub-human if you really think like that.

I’ll add that because I’ve lived my entire life (going on 66 years) in Northeast Ohio, I am thoroughly disgusted by rust. From my first car in 1973 (a ‘64 Pontiac LeMans) into the 2000’s I’ve been challenged by dealing with rusty car hardware, especially with but certainly not limited to brake hardlines and…

Most Corvettes don’t see rain let alone ice to have worry about this. They sit in the garage as an “investment.” over winter months in the snowy areas to keep the salt from rusting the steel bits and otherwise keeping the car clean.

Yeah, I never cared much for vinyl roofs, but in general I still love the first-gen F-bodies. They were clean designs that still look great today.

My wife drove across country with two teenagers (both more fun sized than this challenge)...2600 miles packed in a car with 3 car sick cats trying to out puke and out crap each other is not recommended.

Am I in the minority where cars aren’t assigned to a specific person? My wife and I take whichever car makes the most sense

...going through that process of talking things through with him and another person from that church pretty much confirmed that I was a non-believer.

But this means we can run over the assholes harassing people at planned parenthood right?

A guy who was talking to me about attending his church (it didn’t take) told me that he’d had some addiction issues in the past, but he’d been clean for more than a decade at that point, had a nice family, and devoting time and talent to the church helped keep him that way.

That photo of the “Crispy Chicken Sandwich with lettuce, tomato, and mayo” with a tiny amount of white-ish iceberg lettuce and thin tomato slices reminded my of why I never go to BK since 2000-ish. A couple years ago I got a Whopper for the first time in many years. It was haphazardly assembled with two tiny pieces of…

Addicts often need to replace the addiction that they’re trying to get away from with another one that’s (hopefully) less destructive.

This is what makes “muscle car” such a frustrating thing to define: like the English language itself, too many exceptions. Sure, the Nova makes the cut. . . but then do we need to let the Mustang in for essentially being a reskinned Falcon with some Fairlane parts? Is there enough X in the F to let the Cambirds in?…

By the strictest definition, the muscle car age peaked in 1970 with the Chevelle LS1.

They’re compact coupes, and muscle cars were the intermediates, aka mid-size.

How do you even climb into that absurdly stupid thing? Do you have to have friends or a “posse” who carry around a stepladder for your entry/exit?