That Pathfinder didn’t stand a chance against these rogue trailblazing explorers. It couldn’t even envision an escape from their renegade quest for liberty.

Or perhaps a whole litter of boxers.
Which I’d imagine would be a lot of fun as well, until it was time for a nap.

This is an awful lot like training an elephant to dance the ballet. As it pirouettes and jetes around the stage you are flabbergasted by its elephantine grace and the ponderous way it sails through the air. Never mind that it is an elephant. It is dancing.

I am fine with that.
I am old and no longer give a fat baby’s toe about how much fun shifting gears is. I have been shifting gears for 24 of the 28 years I have been driving. You can keep that nonsense.
It will not make it a bad car. It will be a good car that some Jalops won’t buy because it is cool to hate on…

Reason number 678,987,456,892,369,923 why I can’t wait for the death of car dealerships.

I traded a refrigerator compressor for my first car, a 1963 Corvair. He got cold beer, I got hot trash.

Oregon eh? I guess they decided to sell their car before it ran out of gas...

“feels free to express himself as we all should.”

Always add oil to your engine when needed.

Oh, come on. “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch” is an awesome song! Such excellent lines as:

Having previously run fixed ops at an Audi dealer, I can assure you the top doesn’t work because of something much more complicated and expensive to replace than “a faulty sensor” as the seller claims. Failed solenoids (yes, plural) to drive the top are a nasty gremlin, and take several hours to replace. If one goes,…

79 people died in Spain in 2013 from a derailment caused by driver error. That one must have slipped your mind.

Saddening news, especially just before Christmas. That said, the overall issue is pretty easy to describe: this so-called first world country’s railway system is outmatched even by India. As a European temporarily living in the US, for me it’s ridiculous to see to which low standard (other than axle load) this type of…

I had a guy go in to full meltdown mode when I honked at him for cutting me off. He got next to me and was ranting and raving and all red in the face, though I couldn’t hear a word of it. I blew him a kiss. He paused for a second then went absolutely ape shit.

but you’ll probably still lose the race for Alabama senator if you keep doing it

Is this method acceptable anymore?

Why not just adjust the temperature control?

Yep, I was afraid of this. He got hit by Cupid’s Alero.

In 1989, my godmother was taking a shower, when she looked up and saw a huntsman spider roughly the size of a dinner plate right above her head. She thought, ‘no worries, I will just calmly and quietly finish up this shower before he has a chance to move.’ Right at that moment, the Newcastle earthquake stuck, rattling…

Oh fuck off. You get in someone else’s supercar, you hit the gas, the tires aren’t “performing at the level they should be”? If you decide to double the speed limit on a public street in a vehicle that you are not personally 100% certain of, it’s on you, bro.