“While we’re on the topic of interior imperfections, check out this open area under the center console. It’s totally useless.”
“While we’re on the topic of interior imperfections, check out this open area under the center console. It’s totally useless.”
You left your iPad on the...
Based on people I’ve known, I’d say the ultimate dad car is some generic, old, beat-up, barely-running rustbucket. The money that they could have put toward a nicer car instead went to nice things for the family, at least until they knew how big the family was going to be and had a good amount of money stashed away…
That particular Jeep will take care of the folding all on its own.
CP just the Cerberus-era Little Tikes plastics inside. So much petroleum, the dash looks like it would dissolve with a splash of Dawn.
Right...just as soon as we get that Bronco and that Barracuda and that Jeep Comanche truck and that Cadillac Ciel/Escala/Elmiraj and that Supra and that entire lineup of affordable Teslas.
He just needs some HeadOn.
There is a solution: vote out the incumbents; vote in younger, fresher blood.
Daytona needed a Daytona touch. I hook you up, Dodge.
These are the same people who drive on my road. All by themselves. With no adult supervision. Stick these people in autonomous cars already.
Solution to the touchscreen problem: stop fucking using touchscreens. I do not, under any circumstances, need a video screen taking up half my dashboard.
The only thing worse than all the junk mail stuffed in your mailbox is finding a card that's actually addressed to…
It's the truck aimed at what most raptors will ever do. Drive around highways and shopping centers by someone bragging they have a "hardcore" truck.
Ok, I'm going to have to agree with you Booby (I find boobies agreeable in general, though). Although MPG is irrelevant to this particular vehicle, it's often a proving ground for new technologies that trickle down into attainable products. Plus efficiency speaks to an overall level of executional excellence of any…
Right, the 20-30 seconds is about how long it takes me to put my seat belt on, turn on the radio, and put it in gear.
I guess it backfired.