I’m glad we can finally kickstart our war against the moon. Big shiny bastard, taunting us up there all the time.
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exoskeleton get the fuck over yourself dude. its a unibody. theyve had them forever. hell hondas sold a unibody truck for almost twenty years now. and noone knows what the power and range are. fanboys were happy as hell they got the most powerful 500 mile+ triple motor ct and then phony starks like, oh were not doing…
By the time they ever get around to actually selling them, Rivian, GM, Ram and Ford will already have theirs out.
If you asked futurists back in 1980 what the internet would become, absolutely none of them would’ve predicted it would turn into a platform for click-craving publicity whores announcing their simpleton blather to the world. Absolutely none of them. Zero.
Because my eyes function.
That doesn't exist. Either
That title feel like the random word generator threw darts at an old newspaper.
Free electricity to all through large towers spaced out around the US. Good times. Also, the AC/DC war and public battles, which ironically lead to the invention of the electric chair.
And in the running for greatest race car driver period. 47 and last weekend he finished 2nd in Dakkar, then hopped on a plane and flew to Monte Carlo for final testing the next day for the rally, then this weekend, goes out and wins the damn thing.
Every single part of this is incredibly dumb.
“She also appeared to be reporting from the side of the road without any reflective clothing.”
Important point -- they didn’t “almost poison” somebody, they _did_ poison somebody! Customer drank the poison, was injured. No “almost” here!
Even the references!
Once again, a Torch article results in me googling something that would have never otherwise crossed my mind: 1984 Chrysler New Yorker interior.
It’s not acoustic design...They let the car run a little rich when you lift off and the gas vapors blow up in the tailpipe. It’s exactly the same phenomena that occurs in a race car on lift off.