That Prost dude also ran the $845,000 Porsche 918 faster than the $1,350,000 McLaren P1 (on Trefeo’s and multiple laps).

Hey, I’m diverse -- I wouldn’t kick either of them out of bed.

The entire rope chain-wearing, Z Cavaricci-sporting Eastern Seaboard would have to agree.

Err...something like that.

Can’t wrench and don’t track? Check.

Shame on you, Joanna. This is pure clickbait for whatever propaganda you are pushing. Get your Red Herring BS out of here. #prayfordallas

I got Jezebel’s trigger riiiiiight here.

You probably saw it in 1991, only then it was called Point Break. Sub out the surfing for modified ricers and racing — same movie.

I fulfill 2 of the 3 requirements for owning a BMW 335/M3; (1) Stubble beard and (2) frat hat (#3 is just being a condescending uberdouche). I proudly owned a C5, though! Not much of a douche, but I am kind of a dweeb. Plus, I was 28 when I bought it in 2002, so I REALLY was an outlier.

“Dom, what this is about....this is about Race Wars.”

Spied on the ‘17 Murano Cross-Cabriolet:

Easy. Have a perfectly cromulent response prepared that covers all scenarios.

Migration. So, New York, Minnesota, California, New Jersey, Wisconsin, Illinois, Missouri....now in Florida and Texas.

The “crossroads” point for me is deciding if I want to spend all that time going back/forth to the dealership if something goes wrong, even if it is covered under warranty.

They got a custom launch control from NASA.

Gills McGillicutty

I heard the new refresh includes a new feature called “Lunch Control” to keep the GT-R’s weight down from eating all the other cars on the track for lunch.

Eh, for THAT price, you can buy TWO NSXs. Don’t tell Tavarish, tho...

So, basically, this is a supercar from a manufacturer who makes arguably the most reliable cars out there today.

Man, you guys are crazy! I’d take this car any day, everyday. I mean, sure, it won't have that "Porsche reliability" or blow head gaskets like your WRX, or break down every five miles like a BMW. Oh and I hate the Ford Focus, too. Hallelujah, Holy S***. Where's the Tylenol?