When I was a kid a friend’s parents drove a ginormous Pontiac station wagon actually equipped with the water bumpers you described in this article in 2015:

It never ceases to amaze me how unsteady Kershaw is in the postseason. For a guy who is so dominant otherwise, it’s just weird to me.

I’m already researching to see if I can find new cars without all the hand-holding devices...

Don’t you mean “supposebly”?

Nicely put. This is how I tend to view it as well. How amazing is it that out of literally countless possible outcomes, I ended up here, in this time and place and experienced all of the events of my life as I experienced them?

1955 - 1965 Chrysler 300s. One of each letter.

Came here to say this...

Good lord - that thing is hideous...

Uh, no.

I would love to see Milwaukee take it all. I have no love for the Dodgers (Giants fan here) and I’ve always disliked the Yankees but ultimately it’s just cool to see underdogs win the big enchilada.

Hell, I wouldn’t fuck him with Trump’s tiny mushroom dick.

I like the cut of your jib. Have a star.

Definitely a theft-worthy term.

I’m definitely stealing “lavishly soil their pants”.

Bob, you magnificent bastard.

I want a damn land yacht. 

Thanks for sharing your story. It gives me a whole new perspective on what life as an NFL player can be like. Especially one who - like many others apparently - has been treated as a disposable commodity.

Seriously. These guys sound like a bunch of dipshits playing racecar.

Is it weird that I love this? Like, a lot?

Good lord.