I've used the rear stairs on 727s a number of times at South American "airports," and I thought it was a pretty elegant solution for flying out of places where you're pleasantly surprised to see asphalt.

And a guy who just makes everyone look bad:

Nibbles:

Just for balance, here's someone pulling off the full Sully landing an R/C jet with an engine fire.

Hallpass's guide for selling a used car:

OK. I'm in.

Me three.

I had a 2000 2.5RS in pearl Sedona red. It was a fun car, but engendered complicated feelings among my friends at the time.

Years ago, when I worked for a moving and storage company, a coworker let a pallet jack roll off a loading dock. Our boss uttered a phrase that's stuck with me since: "Jesus fucking Christ, it's like watching a monkey fucking a football."

And there are English majors out of work.

Didn't Carl Hiaasen write a novel about Lohan too.

Well, it would be criminal.

No. My reply was to t_s, who opined that the victims share some of the blame when he described the driver as "a fucking idiot not doing anything other than sit there and enrage him further." and said "If someone started doing that to my car I would NOT sit there with that stupid look on my face and my passenger…

All I'm saying is the victims were in no way to blame for this situation. And if you read the back story, posted elsewhere in this thread, you'll feel like even more of a tool.

This is off-the-chart stupid. How is the truck driver "a fucking idiot" for not reacting to the rage monster? What's he supposed to do? Get out and try to have a fair one over a fucking fender bender? Do you think roid boy would calm down if the driver had voided his bowels in terror?

I used to annoy the fuck out of my girlfriend by starting her '85 Subaru GL with the clutch out.

If it had been a convertible, the Post could have gone with "Headless Body in Topless Car."

"it's a little jarring to see just how cavalier we all once were."

Pretty sure all the baby bells used the same livery on their vehicles up through the 1980s. I remember performing mischief under the hood of a broken down Bell Atlantic van that had been left on a street in my neighborhood that had the same color scheme.

When was the last time you checked the VIN on your engine block matched the one on your title?