Desu-San-Desu
Desu-San-Desu
Desu-San-Desu

Miatas. Hear me out.

I read this word for word with a grin on my face . . . BEST. SALESMAN. EVER.

Not all rally cars have fuel cells, as I found out. All those front-drive Fiestas you see running around American stages just have gas tanks.

One possibility: Stewart was close to the 45 car and running a higher line. In the dark, he may not have seen Ward until the last second. Jamming the brakes would just lock the wheels up, sliding Stewart right into Ward. Stewart may have gassed it while turning to the left in hopes of snapping the car to the left to

1992 White Ford Bronco (You can get away with pretty much anything.)

It has been. I am gay—I read Jalopnik all day through work.

So its more like an M-Sport package.

Ah yes, using a tried and true method I often employ when playing racing games:

There's a reason why it had to be widened, how else would they fit 6'1" of pure testosterone into it? Bloody 'ell!

GEORGE CLOS: Most cars don't have dipsticks anymore. You can't drink a six-pack with your friends and change the oil in front of your house.

That wasn't Jar Jar. That was Stitch!

Even if the shot went perfectly they were still standing right in front of a goddamn car driving through a goddamn truck, idiots.

As someone with a 3-month old corgi puppy, I cried at the end. I cried. Corgi puppy genocide... I cried.

Still better than driving around in a large American SUV in Germany.

"But how many things are broken? Oh, all of them?"

Bathulhu!

Because he's the Mario brother we deserve.