Somebody will come up with a handy-dandy onboard sensor that can distinguish between asphalt, gravel and dirt.

I’m sorry, but all I see here is an uglier Veloster.

“...so whatever plastic Mannatech uses on the capsules is high-quality enough to mask the barn-like stench.”

Pill capsules are made from gelatin, not plastic. It blows my mind that you thought it was the latter and yet had no issue with eating plastic.

We can pep that up a bit.

Makes you wonder if they should have a BMW Outlet Store where all the screw-ups are sold for a discount. j/k

“Gundam looking fugly motherf**ker”

Did he have a job in Kansas City?

All it needs is a sick Bosozoku exhaust...

Based on the top photo, there’s nothing HOA-worthy on that entire street.

And that SUV was in No Fucks Given mode. Just kept right on going after a brief tap on the brakes.

Please tell me he’s playing Yakety Sax.

Come on, you know those are all unpaid internships.

With a name like Kevonte he should have been dead long ago from embarrassment.

The Earth’s circumference is just shy of 25,000 miles, so I doubt either vehicle can circle the globe. This article needs to be pulled and re-written ASAP.

I would imagine there was still a lot of hatred for the Dodge brothers, even in 1958.

Except that halfway in it changes to Elysium.

Well, another opportunity to watch how that’s likely to go down.

Separated at birth?

I think you’re making assumptions based on baby boomers, who didn’t grow up with technology. While there may be some hiccups with them, future generations will have no problem with autonomous cars.

Besides, Aunt Edna can whip out her Rolodex and manually enter addresses via the car’s keyboard, or call some flunky in…

Next year they’ll just roll safes on-stage in front of the audience where a PWC stooge unlocks it and hands the envelope to the presenters.