Buh bye. 

All great advice. I’m flying to the East Coast from CA with a 2-year-old at the end of March and was very careful in my outbound and inbound flight planning.

Athlete? That steaming orange turd is a lot of things, but “athlete” isn’t among them.

Truth.

Meh. We have a 2-year-old and we honestly don’t try all that hard to keep her from germ exposure because A) it’s pretty much impossible, and B) she’ll be stronger for it.

...three hours of men in brightly colored garments, pummeling each other, for America.

I’ll have to check that out. I’ve really been digging the Mongolian metal band, The Hu, who also utilize throat singing. 

More like gas stations per mile.

Looking forward to Best Coast. California Nights is one of my favorite songs of all time.

Not necessarily. I my world there’s...me, one spouse, one toddler, two small dogs, one house.

Unpopular take: I love these cars, though this particular example is overpriced and the mods aren’t anything I’d ever install.

Ummm, hot?

I stopped dipping at the pump when my card info was skimmed a couple months ago. Thankfully Wells Fargo caught it, stopped the fraudulent transactions, and suspended my card.

Truth. My beater is a 2001 GMC Sierra 1500 Extra Cab and it feels smaller than a Tacoma.

Agree. I have a 2018 CX-5 Grand Touring and I absolutely love it. Only thing missing is CarPlay, but I plan to add that soon.

Berkeley Chadwick? That name conjures topsiders (no socks), pastel colors, and a sweater worn incorrectly.

One of my early jobs was working the lot at dealer in Lawrence, MA, that sold Chevy, Honda, and Isuzu. The Beretta, and its sister saloon the Corsica, were garbage then and they’re garbage now. CP

+1 for the screaming yellow zonker reference.

I don’t type any of that; if a text requires simple acknowledgement they get 👍🏻