When I am in the Matrix I don't even see the code anymore. All I see is Blondes, brunettes...Of course none of them are looking at me. I'm in a fucking Matrix.

After seeing video of the PEPCON blast in Henderson, NV if I see anything remotely industrial looking on fire, I am out of there. You won't even see me...Just a couple of long tire marks where I used to be and maybe my shadow trying to catch up.

A-Fucking-men. We may be the choir, but preach on.

This is truly devastating. Such a neat town full of so many awesome people. A friend of mine dragged me to West Fest one year 10 years ago, and I have to say, I met more random nice people there than probably any other town in TX.

Stay Classy India/Ford.

This dude is not going to fall for the banana in the tailpipe.

Everything is wrong. Everything. Except the "Hi" part. That was OK.

Agreed.

I'm not going to lie, my first thought before reading more than the intro was Lotus...Because isn't it always?

I am with you on Six, even though 7 is already happening in a manual. I have the 6 speed in my Camaro, and really #6 is just a "Mileage" gear. 4th and 5th are already so close in ratio that you can hardly tell the difference, and 6th just drops into acceleration hell.

Pfft. Space yo. I can get something with the aerodynamic properties of a refrigerator to do 18,500 up there...And everyone knows Space is really where it's at.

That intro was longer than waiting for Gran Turismo 5 to load the first time you use it.

Actually no. The flip up lights fit just above the line from the spoiler. I am sure the lower range of the bulbs is cut off, but you probably won't be able to see that part of the road anyway.

If I am going to build a time machine to carry more than two people comfortably, I am going with Doc Brown's train. John should have really considered that. Obviously a train could also carry more cocaine.

There are two things I hate:

Dirt track? Give me the bike. Drifting bikes on dirt sounds like a blast, and much better than attempting on hard surface. I'd much rather be picking dirt out of my ass and helmet, than having some 1st year resident tweezing asphalt out of both sets of cheeks.

If by close you mean dick instead of balls...I agree.

Joe...Care to chime in on this one?

That's a good one!

Damn! That's the one I was looking for!