
Dammit Paul!
Dammit Paul!
7th grade, a friend of mine lets me borrow his Honda NC50 moped for a short drive down the street. I instantly forget where the brake lever is and crash it into a giant shrub.
Not as sorry as Brad Lidge’s performance in the series.
Guess which Astros fan forked over a cool G for Game Four nosebleed tix. This jackwagon.
That dude better be riding along with the team on their victory parade.
Don’t downforce the issue here. Aero be lots of puns.
No? Well it just got 10ft higher!
Guess I can cancel my plans to see the 24 Hours of LeMans in 2018.
What are the odds that one (or more than one) of these guys is named Gord?
Today’s useless fact: the guy in the middle at 3:32 is wearing a 93Q tshirt. It was (at the time) Houston’s most popular top 40 station in the mid-late 80s.
I would bend the nozzle of the washer headlights to spray pedestrians as I roll by.
“How Rude!”
True, but as a Latin gentleman in his 40s, I draw the line at women half my age. It just comes across creepy AF.
As a citizen of the ‘meh’ state of Texas, Clayton Williams actually said this in the weeks running up to the race for Governor in 1990.
No kidding. Trying to find one for my dad and for every 1 nice coupe, there’s about 10-15 cabs for sale. Pretty sure Porsche wants a do-over on that one.
Any way you slice it, this is a bad idea.
Any ‘73 RS is worth this much and more.
At least the seats are in (relatively) good shape!