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Lucky-ass motorcycle, that is.

Why did you turn?

Loved mine. Even year round in the Midwest. Yeah, the digital dash was finicky, and intake manifolds gaskets were oddly short-lived, but I though the ride was fine and it was all kinds of fun. Once I got away from the Gatorbacks, that is. Those sucked.

Anyone who didn’t like this movie clearly never played with Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars in hand, slow-motion flying and spinning off orange tracks, parking in giant underground garages (under the dresser), jumping ramp after ramp (wrinkles on the bed sheet), rescuing that cute girl in their 2nd grade class (Margie,

I finally figured out what was going on, but that date without “Graverobber” next to it had me doubting a lot of things there for a minute.

Sweet tattoo.

This is good Jalopnik.

Autocorrect muddies the water.

Plausibly just a typo.

I choose to file this one under “TYPO”, rather than “GRAMMAR”.

You have been led to water. Whether or not you drink is up to you. We’re all rooting for you.

Read the article. Like, including the last paragraph.

Where’s that shithead ...er... “friend of Jalopnik” Alex Roy?

With all the disproportional use, that right lane turns to physical shit rapidly. Perfectly smooth, empty lane 3 feet away, but you’re stuck in the bumps and grooves. Fun.

I guess Porsche is the new NAMBLA.

Those squealers will quiet down eventually. You just need to wait ‘em out.

While reading this, my brain translated half the words to “fire”. It all made sense.

Unrelatedly, I think, Goodyear lost me for life as a customer long, long ago. I actually get enjoyment from retelling my tales of cupping, feathering, belt-slipping (this is beginning to sound stranger than intended..) and going-out-of-round whenever the topic comes up IRL. Since I stopped buying GYs, I’ve had none of

Canyonero!

*retch*