My old room mate accidentally left a can of frozen concentrated orange juice in the back of his prelude. I guess it fell out of a shopping bag. As it melted the lid came off and it flowed and soaked through the trunk and carpet. They did what they could, but that thing smelled like rancid OJ forever.

Don’t forget to open the coke earlier in the day and cut it 50% with water!

Ugh.

Price competitive = within 3 factors of 10

We didn’t have driver’s ed where I grew up, you either learned from your parents or used a private instructor.

I’m embarassed to admit I got through the first paragraph and even glanced at the image before I realized this was “classic Torch.”

When I go to a restaurant regularly and never see the same server twice, I chalk it up to poor managment and working conditions. The whole industry of car sales has that reputation. I think they might even have a worse reputation/image problem than politicians. Which is saying something.

I was supremely dissapointed when I sat in the RF. I’m 6'2" and with the top down I stare directly at the top frame of the windshield. Fun, but just a little small.

A DeLorean. I got to help push it towards the tow truck. It was restored this spring and he’s been taking it for a few drives recently. Pretty cool.

Or f*#@ing messed up.

Messed up.

It’s true. Space is big.

Damn. How puritanical is your IT department? They really watch for swears!?

I’d say it’s not really range anxiety in this case. It’s range knowledge.

Heh. Sorry. Five of us got hit by one eagle on a pub crawl. One guy got to “taste the rainbow.” We all smelled like fish for the rest of the night.

Confirmed.

No.

Aren’t those why she doesn’t have to read anymore?

Or, you know, reading.

That or he’s doubling down on poor life choices.