FINE, we’ll build our own F-22, with thrust vectoring and hookers!

I for one welcome our new snowtrain overlord, forebearer of the great Snowpiercer. All glory to the sacred engine.

Very sad news. My girlfriend and I spent a couple hours this past Friday watching his appearance on Storytellers and a bunch of his videos, old and new.

RIP, Starman.

Ah, yes, the new Microbus.

Russia could have a tug boat tow the rocket to within 500 yards, no doubt. China could buy a tug boat from Russia with the promise of turning it into a floating casino and then use it to tow a rocket to within 350 yards so long as Russia will sell China an engine for their new knockoff tugboat.

AstraDome instrument cluster, electroluminescent!

They were pining.

So that song Fly Like a G6. I never knew it was talking about the private jet. So every time I heard it I thought it was talking about a Pontiac and I just could NOT wrap my head around why some dumbass would say that.

Gorbachev, His arms open. Reagan and Gorbachev at Tanagra.

Shaka, when the Berlin Wall fell.

Top Gear on Netflix and chill?

DAMN. Keep doing you Mazda. That’s fancy af.

Well, they could have chosen a Morris Marina, but then the amount of flying pianos would have caused havoc with civil aviation.

Wait, we’re not gonna break out into song and dance?

Mmmmmmmmmdon’t really care for the front but the rear and inside are cool enough to make me want this. Very 1980’s futuristic with just enough “bespoke.”

Can’t unsee

AHAHAHAHAHAHA*sob*...

Moral of the story: don’t send them to the crash scene.

*ALL* Corvairs are rolling prayer booths.