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Every time I look at a used car, I have the owner drive it first, so I can see how they drive. Pedal stompers get their vehicle miles get multiplied by 5 in my book

I’m usually the only Exige at the dog park. It’s great because there’s not much interior for the hair to stick to.

From here in the cheap seats, it does look like 99% of race teams seem to operate as little ponzi schemes, and only the really lucky drivers are able successfully jump from pyramid to pyramid before they inevitably collapse.

This is even cooler than the feature car.

On 3rd party sites, I always flag those ads a fraudulent.

These cars never see the road, and rarely even leave the factory. You buy it, and Ferrari stores, maintains, and transports it for you between events. They have several warehouses full of these customer owned cars, in various condition. Some look mint, and others look like they get flogged hard regularly.

In 1988 when I was 15 years old, he regularly let me drive to my fast food job. Best dad ever.

I don’t think these types of colors ever look dated.

WTF, that slim “gearshifter”?

Fuck that. If mine is the 1 in 10 million that catches fire, I want to be nowhere near the ignition source.

I hooned consignments at Bill’s Wheel House, just up the road.

I’m nearly certain I’ve never owned a car with this. Is this one of those things that only come on stupid new hybrid cars, with baby on board signs? I tend to prefer German sports sedans.

Any flavor of cell mount that keeps me from having to interact with an OEM infotainment/nav system.

“The free lunch was over”

Our at least have them buy you a drink.

Conversely, if you don’t want to worry about having to look at a pile of questionable vehicles in your neighbor’s front yard, definitely buy in an HOA.  

Or in the late 80's when manufacturers made the throttle open 90% at 10% pedal in an attempt to fool us into thinking their malaise shitboxes had power.

The only appropriate use of your horn is to lay on it when you’re going over speed bumps in a residential neighborhood.

Speak for yourself.