Honorable mention for Cruisn' World in the arcades and its selection of different vehicles at the start. Thought there were just four cars? Hold down one of the camera buttons or one of the track buttons and get a new selection of whips...most designed to look like actual vehicles without having to get the license.…

That we inevitably take sides in whatever artificially polarizing debate is going on. (Muscle versus import, Chevy versus Ford, etc etc).

And no love for the folks who put the 7MGTE into the gen-2 Esprit-wanna-be body?

And now it's come full circle. A Ferrari is trying to turn back into a MR2, but has gotten stuck somewhere between the wedge and the "poor man's Ferrari".

Is it alleged that he has a penis? I would hope that in the mens competitions that sort of thing is assumed. How about 'an alleged photo of Ryan Lochte's penis'?

As far as street driving, fast in and fast out is the way you learn to drive when you've got no acceleration worth speaking of and a thoughtfully upgraded suspension. Check your sightlines, slow down to a little above the prudent steady-state speed you can carry with enough pressure to start the weight transfer in the…

I posted it in a reply, but it's too good to leave out of the general thread. If N is PCM-locked and neither the brake or the e-brake work....somehow...and you haven't learned how to handle your vehicle in all its operating regimes including Ludicrous Speed, there's always the friction option. Will it hose your car?…

I know about the parking pawl (don't ask) but I thought that the R lockout was mechanical instead of PCM.

Steam or wood gas? In both cases, they were tried and proven from about 1900 to about 1940. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wood_gas)

Lanterns and a Rabbit? Jason, you maroon, revert to Model T tech. 22" wooden rims to go where there's no roads, repairable with a hammer, an axe, and fenceposts or trees, elevated seating position for visibility and defenseability—see out, shoot out—burns just about anything combustible, kerosene included, and had…

And how about shifting into neutral? I have not YET run into a car where you can't shift from D to N without having to do a damn thing else. No button pushing, no brake fiddling, just straight-up slap that shifter.

Anything where the advertising makes it a point to note that you'll be sliding your ass right down onto one of the world's biggest cocks when you get in. Which is fine for a certain demographic one supposes, but for the rich Russian probably-heteronormative dubiously-legal oligarchs, probably not so well-targetted.

The more I think about it the more I think it may have been a C-130. The fuselage arrangement and angle of the rockets are correct for Hercules RATO and it would have been pretty odd to see a B-47 at an airshow in the late 80s/early 90s. I remember that I never saw it from the front, and the "OMG ROCKETS AND AIRPLANES…

If you want a good useable katana, check out the Cheness stuff. It holds up to abuse I kind of cringe to see a blade put to (although I found out the fun way that mine will put a 10-inch deep slice into / through a plastic folding table and only stopped when it dented one of the supports) and it's ridiculously cheap…

You know, for that kind of money you could get a gently-used XLR-V for your forced-induction V8 luxury, a turnkey Brunton V8 Stalker (or Superstalker if you'd rather), and a new Camry V6 XLE for when you needed the extra two doors. I honestly fail to see how the M5 is as much or more fun OR usefulness than that…

My god, Brucie from GTA IV has discovered Craigslist. I have a straight katana (historically before the whole horseback thing, strictly more Mongolian in ancestry) and there's no way I'd trade it for that bad ass-bike, because metal chicks dig heavy metal more than they dig dirtbags....I mean dirtbikes.

With those wheels, it would stay in the trailer of shame and be rolled out—with me conspicuously absent—at the shows. I wouldn't want to drive it.

I take my normal interior clutter (mostly work stuff, a garbage bag, printouts, etc, sometimes a food bag) and completely destroy its natural order, AKA 'spread it around the car'. That plus a driver's seat in the wrong color upholstery and hoopty-style wheels, altezza taillights, and ridiculous ebay headlights (at…

I don't care whose ass has been sweating into the leather—as long as it's not Ron Jeremy—that's one good-looking car.

There's a really weird parallel here. Auto trans: Lets somebody else do the shifting for them...AKA post-op. Manual trans, picks their own ways to be perceived as their real gender. CVT...well, I suppose a continually variable tranny would just be gender-fluid.