#notallgrandmoffs

A 1973 Citroen SM.

The girl who places her shoulder belt behind her. Worse, the guy.

There’s a reason he didn’t release this on April 1st, which was the first press day.

The guy who wants to Bluetooth into your head unit with his phone, requiring you to delete YOUR phone because it can only save one BT device at a time. Forcing you to pull over.

The guy with three tickets who tells you to speed up.

The guy who turns on your headlights for you.

The “friend” who reaches over to adjust your Valentine 1 settings.

The chick in the back who tells ME to hit “continue” on the GPS.

My 4th fiancee.

My mother.

You are correct about that remark, but the purpose of it will be explained in a peice I hope will run today or tomorrow. There's more than one peice coming down the pike deconstructing all this.

Thanks for the shout-out. In addition to the FBI, add the CIA, the MIT Media Lab, Stanford and too many police departments for me ever to drive a blue E39 ever again. At least not over the speed limit.

A naked attempt on any other day. On April Fools? A very well dressed attempt. Oh, the humanity!

Actually, I've always said I would never do it again, and I've also said that 30 hours was breakable. It was absolutely inevitable that someone would break it. If one knows anything about the history of the Cannonball Run and U.S. Express, and especially if one has seen The Cannonball Run and Gumball Rally…

You're rigt, but I had limited time and space. Thanks for the correction.

I am.

Yes, it was!

Demuro does not equal Tavarish.

How about when your clickbait headline isn't?