You’re right, I should have clarified the need for PPE. I don’t want Tracy thinking that his leather apron will protect him from the rat AIDS-infused water that could splash back at him.

The vin plate?

Totally agree. Note on #3. Make sure all three sprayers are on the same side, otherwise: circular firing squad. 

I wouldn’t even do that.  I’d start with chemical resistant Tyvek and a full face respirator.  I wouldn’t even dilute the bleach we’ll be using to spray this thing down with.  After it’s been completely soaked and has baked in the sun for an hour, then you blast it with the power washer.

1. Remove doors, glass, and hood.

I had to call the cops for a similar reason at a Subaru dealership. Took my license “to made a copy”, then fucking disappeared. I ended up calling the cops. License was found quickly after the cops showed up.

I love this story!

Copied from the other article.

Mine was in 2006, at a Ford dealership in either Burbank or North Hollywood (I forget which). I was tired of dealing with my manual Mazda Protege in LA traffic, and wanted to trade it in on an automatic Focus. They had the car I wanted (ZX3 SE, in black) so we sat down to figure out the deal. I handed the Mazda keys…

Not detained in the dealership, but detained in finance at the dealership. After a several hour negotiation, I go to finance to start that tilt. The guy starts his song and dance about extended warranties, credit protection and the like. And my 9 month old absolutely destroyed a diaper. As in, I’m surprised it didn’t…

His head should be first, though.

SE Michigan, here. Hopped into my Mazda5, turned off the traction control, and got to work with only mild drama. (Damnit to whoever plowed the restaurant parking lot. Do NOT push your snow across the street, making a dense patch along an otherwise passable lane!!!)

Its called Skijoring and Real Finlanders do it behind Reindeer

They had to put their secession plans on hold in order to grovel to the US Government for help in their crisis. But don’t worry, they’ll go back to being insufferable once the snow melts.

Detroit here. I’ll bust out my snow blower after I’m done working in the home office today. After that, I’ll come back in, make a latte, and sit in front of the TV for the rest of the night.

Don’t bag on the DC-3...  I’d more readily fly on one of them than a Concorde.

The majority of Americans drive no more than 25 miles per day. EVs already make sense for them. 

Happy Grandpa sounds like something on the menu of a brothel

No one seems to have gotten your reference to that masterpiece of 80s comedy... But it had me spitting coffee. Thanks!

And here I was thinking that monkeys brains were only popular in Cantonese cuisine. Pretty soon I’ll find them in a Tesla Model S playing the Witcher in Washington D. C.