The best part of having your own runway to screw around on is no Virginia police (sorry, Patrick) and no walls (sorry again, Patrick.)

To butt in; for me, it was this.

Guarantee that Rousey double shank legs Coerria right off of a rear choke helix. If Coerria lasts through all of that, I’d be surprised if Rousey doesn’t immediately force a Janckman’s Plexus on her and shatter her buttonhook. Coerria’s only shot is a quick, accurate Miranda’s Reversal into a hog-nosed bat tap. Once…

Well someone pissed in your cheerios this morning huh?

“Hey, you’re black, right?”

If I’ve learned anything from sports, it’s that you can’t just deck women at home and expect to get away with it.

Should this be rephrased as what’s the right amount of horsepower per weight? I’m a single dude with a little car, and the amount of horsepower that allows me to safely and neatly participate in the order of traffic might be a good bit lower than what a family car with kids and related accouterments would need for…

On the dyno, the H2R is spitting out 249.8 HP and 107.3 lb-ft of torque

Oh, btw.

Nice Panoz

This jiff is magic.

The braking time from 180 to 40 on that last straight is incredible.

For the price of a set of tires for a Veyron, you can buy a H2r.

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Because it got grounded.

Outside of the Sansa nightmare can we talk about how REALLY BAD the sand snake “fight” was?? I know nothing compares to what your imagination can create but yeeeugh it felt sad and embarrassing. The Sand Snakes are something I loved so much about the book and this idea of a motley crew of badass sisters was so…

I think you broke everything.

Mass Effect had this covered: