So what you’re saying is that EVERYONE is getting fucked. Customers get fucked by salespeople, salespeople get fucked by the owner, dealers get fucked by the manufacturer, etc.
So what you’re saying is that EVERYONE is getting fucked. Customers get fucked by salespeople, salespeople get fucked by the owner, dealers get fucked by the manufacturer, etc.
Let’s be real, if there was ever a bike that was a “toy,” it would be the one that costs $184,000.
Seen this video posted on facebook/ twitter etc many times. Pretty much covers it
Wanted for questioning:
Traffic sucks, so why not start your morning off with some music? You provide the toast and we’ll provide the jams.
Broken Cutlass Ciera. Broken Century also acceptable.
It’s neat, but
This is a 1924 Renault Six-Roues Type MH. You’ve probably never heard of it. Traded my fixie and that ironic fedora for it.
“Look, it’s just the armoire, two night stands, the Ark of the Convenant, and a couple of boxes of old Playboys that used to belong to my Dad. I’ll buy you a pizza and some beers if you’ll just help me unload this stuff at my storage unit.”
“Bring out your dead”?
I picture one guy handling the flagged ads reports and the only thing he does is hit the ‘delete all’ button in the email.
Chicago does this. Their version is called “dibs” and is even endorsed by City Hall. But there ARE rules.
A car that wide needs them on BOTH sides.
I’m with ya. Dude knows how to get it done, unlike the droolers and crooks we’ll have to choose from in 2016. It’s too bad we can’t draft presidential candidates.
Hardest I’ve laughed in a while. You turned into Bubbles from Trailer Park boys at about 55 seconds in. “I don’t know, Ricky, shouldn’t we be in s-sport mode?”
Njet, tavarish! This thing is nothing but trash on its very last legs. Hint: the 911 did not debut as a cabrio until 1983 I believe. What you’re looking at here is a FrankenPorsche. Roof chopped off at some point and it’s all downhill from there. RUN!!!
In that part of Germany it is common to see tanks on the road. Specially as it was a hardened road.
Practicing in Gran Turismo helped me get more out of it. I knew what to expect at each bend, where braking and turn-in points were, how fast I should [not] be going. But I also didn’t pretend I was an expert, treated it with respect, and followed the rules of the road.
Don’t worry, some of us were educated properly:
You know who should be setting speed limits? The engineers responsible for designing the roads in the first fucking place. Not some politician trying to make things seem good and nice and safe. Trust the people actually involved int he science of making a road safe.