How about an old couple cruising in a town car, dead center with the turn signal on.

so this happens on about the second turn...

Nope, even that is wrong...

Moar buses

How about a new rule only allowing only Camrys, Corollas or Prii?

I know what will do it. Legalize gay marriage. That'll ruin everything.

The same way we ruin everything. Put a Starbucks drive-through in the middle of it.

How about putting the TSA in charge of the line to get in...

We've met.

Yeah, I suck. I'm 45, and I have only ever had 3 new cars, and 3 used cars making a purchase average of a car every five years since I have been driving. Does it count that I still own 4 of those 6 cars and two of them are classics? Probably not. :(

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Only took a boot to the head to do it.

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I sat in a friend's Camaro once. It's like being in a bunker that is partially underground. HORRIBLE rearward visibility. Sideways visibility wasn't that great either. Heck, general outward visibility in that car wasn't very good, haha.

Glass? Where we're going, we don't need need glass...

I do not good sir, though the Z/28 makes a compelling case for itself.

You know what technology I've always had good luck with...in regards to rear view visibility? glass. And lots of it. All the cars I've bought with my own money have AMAZING visibility in the rear...and the front and everywhere because of that amazing technology of windows that were meant to be seen out of.

It's funny to me, you can build roughly one trillion different combinations of any new truck (cab, bed, motor, transmission, rear end, drivetrain, etc)... but they'll advertise the tow rating of the one variation that gets the highest number. A King Cab version of my Frontier is rated to tow a little more than my…

I know what you mean. Aaron Foley is a man of passion. Passion about Detroit. So much passion, in fact, he becomes erect at the sound of "Det..." – he's anticipating the end syllable so he can ejaculate right at "–roit." It's a Detroit thing, man. You just wouldn't understand.