I've tried to forget it, I really have. A sincere, concerted effort. But the thing is so imminently forgettable that I just can't. Irony at it's best.

Coincidentally, off-topic content is my specialty. The reason I have accrued a story for any possible situation in my 46 years on this planet is because, well, they don't really *have* to actually pertain to the subject at hand. I could've mentioned I've owned a MazdaSpeed Miata and that would've been related,…

Looking back, the part that makes me laugh, is, I was seriously resentful of the fact they bought it for him at the time. One of my fondest childhood memories is walking out of the house to leave for school and seeing my dad pushing that car back into the driveway. My brother had left for school, gotten a couple…

The vtec kicked in, yo!

Ahhh yes, the poors. Let them drive Yugos.

As long as we float the zeppelins with hydrogen, I approve. What could possibly go wrong?

Someone probably flipped him off. Or, the even better answer...

Or, possibly, why I wouldn't buy a kit car that someone ELSE put together. This joker, perhaps.

Commentary on kit cars? Nah. This is just an asshat who isn't familiar with basic maintenance.

And, 750, or 850 or 1000+ rwhp isn't hard or, relatively speaking, very expensive. God I love this car.

Clearly, going forward ships should be assembled by underwater divers, then floated gently to the surface by salvage crews.

I don't care how much Zaino you use, that is definitely NOT going to buff out.

I'd say you're doing great since I didn't have a clue you were editor-in-chief. No, seriously, that's a good editor to me. You're there. You're making sure things flow smoothly and you're getting good content in front of the readers without undue distraction between two.

Dat ass.

Exactly. My car (and pretty much any with a reasonable level of power) will burn the tires as long as I choose to hold my foot down, at $400 and change each for my rear tire, I can find much better ways to blow a grand than a burnout contest. Blow a grand? How about a grand of blow? Nahhh, I'm kidding.

Ahhhhh... those red hot glowing pipes make my calves tingle in memory of the year I spent driving a first-gen Viper back in the 90's. Routine? Sure...

Ding ding ding... we have a winner!

Uhhh, duh. I spend Friday reading Lifehacker, Giz, Jalop, even some Gawker. Sorry, but Jez is where I draw the line. Them ladies are mean. lmao

Agreed. The front tire was fine when he veered right before he hit the Porsche. Ass clown in the Mustang spun through first and, instead of feathering the clutch to get traction, it seemed like a good idea to just grab second whilst having no traction. he grabbed second and the car pulled to the right. Boom. …

Hah! They crashed into each other, street racing! Twats.