Nah, he just found out that his mom just has the hots for him.

You dumbfuck. Throw the gun in the river, change your clothes, burn your manifesto, and dye your hair. You committed the perfect crime, in broad daylight, and sent a message that has galvanised people. Why get busted on a gun charge?

Here in Central Alberta where people are trying desperately to be MAGA-Texans, it’s RAM.

Lumber trucks, logging trucks, trucks carrying drill pipe (lots of that in Central Alberta)... I hate being around all of them. They’re one bad decision or bad set of circumstances away from creating multiple impalements.

Or, and this is just a thought, don’t steal shit.

The problem with the US and Canada, is distance. Vancouver for example, has great light rail in the lower mainland, and excellent heavy commuter rail out the Fraser Valley. This works because of population density. I grew up there and spent 20 years commuting on SkyTrain’s various lines. It’s fantastic.

Sure. Skynet’s fiction. Sure.

Oh man, you need to have a chat with your dad. You can save that car from the hands of a teenager. My brother and I have the opposite problem. My dad has a really cool 1954 Chev pickup. It’s got a balanced and blueprinted 327, it’s been lowered 1" and the rear axle moved back 3/4", it’s got a five speed, and a…

I can admit to being overly-sensitive about the E-Type. It’s my all-time favourite car. My dad’s best friend had one when I was a kid. He’d bought it brand new and did a restoration on it in the ‘80s. It was a lovely Opalescent Sliver Blue. I grew up around it, got to ride in it... If I had the money I would have…

Respectfully, aside from the long nose there isn’t a single design element this industrial block shares with the E-Type.

This is my reply to another comment but you won’t likely see it so, this is for you Mr Golson:

If you’re making the argument that this block of granite is supposed to be an homage to the E-Type, then yes only compound curves need apply.

Honestly, if I had the money I’d buy two. One to keep like this, and one to drive as it was meant to be driven; tire rubber, bugs, scuffs, scratches and all. 

Oh. Fuck. Off.

And a certain pig that got itself painted on a 917...

Fuck yeah. Our minivan was awesome. If you have active kids and need to haul them, their friends, and all their stuff, there’s no better way to go. Going out with your dad-guy buddies? Minivan. You can plug the cooler in the back, designate a driver, and party until it’s time for bed at 10:45.

I’m digging the Subaru SVT side windows.

Because we stay in town and eat with friends, and have a few drinks.

Yeah. It’s a heap of shit. But that’s not time and neglect; it was a heap of shit coming out the factory door. It’s a good-looking heap of shit, but a turd-pile nonetheless.