I didn't see any silver, just white. This shot was taken in a parking garage near Jae's Asian Bistro. If you don't recognize that landmark, it was probably a different ride you saw!

I snapped this on Valentine's Day in Western MA, the day after one of those huge snowstorms we keep getting (it's not mine, sadly). No "would" about it for this intrepid arctic adventurer. Respect for the camouflage this outdoor adventure machine is sporting, too. Garages are for sissies!

Now I'm hoping I end up on one of your flights someday, because I'd be really interested in a lengthy explanation of vertical air currents. (That is not sarcasm, I'm a pilot-wannabe).

I got a full boat ride to play point guard at KGB, but I didn't want to move that far from home.

Eh. You can put your energy into sharing your enjoyment of whatever it is you like, or you can put it into creating arbitrary purity tests and drawing lines around people who you don't think should share "your" fandom.

Geeks.

Ooohh, goody! Somebody found a way to make the Elise harder to get into. The world can release its breath at last.

Argentinians, man. Nobody can "win" the contest to see who flies the lowest, but those crazy bastards always seem to come very close to tying the record.

Why do I get the feeling that if I ever needed to find this woman, I could do so at the hospital bar?

"...it took the colonials SEVEN GENERATIONS to build a decent Corvette..."

And then the car cooked its brakes. These are steel brakes, not carbon ceramics, and after two laps of Travis threshold braking into turns, the pedal goes beyond soft. Travis has got his foot to the floor just to come to a rolling stop in the pits to cool down.

I just don't like to see ignorance bandied about and then liked by a number of people.

Funny, when *I* speed through the Drive-Thru without paying, grab the bag out of the paper-hatter's hand, and lay a patch on the way out, they get all kinds of pissed off at me.

Every year they come crawling out of the frozen woodwork: the jackwagons who think that "4WD" is code for "magical ice traction!"

I was listening to this video while working in another tab, and I thought, "golly, what's that ticking noise I keep hearing?" I switched tabs to find out that it's Matt's eyeballs clicking together as this dude winds up into his suspiciously-well-rehearsed "sovereign citizen" schpeel.

I thought about that. Like the BMW "pull back to up shift" automatic setup. But no, you gotta be able to firewall the throttle for full power.

I would like to have a CVT with a (horseshoe)-lever activated "override" function. So for the most part, you leave the math to the machines and let the big drivy calculator handle the gear ratios. But when you need MOAR POWAHH for passing or being awesome, you grab the THRUST LEVER and push it up into the DANGER ZONE.…

Technically, perhaps.

Scary stuff. Here's hoping the casualties remain low.

The beast made 2 full laps inside the car using just the windows.