Well-versed =/= emo

Heartclick for your username. Because hilarious.

This show's cool and all, but man, is it ever visual ny-quil. I can't help but pass out when I try to watch it.

But living in high desert means those examples are few and far between. More clean Zs than cancery ones.

Not doing some investigating before buying my first car. I was devastated to find that there were some old Z cars for sale around the time with the exact price I needed. Instead I ended up getting a 93 Altima which has, for the past month or so, become my worst enemy.

The price is the most hilarious part. I know it's a rare car and everything, but unless Ford has some spare parts lying around, most of this car is unobtanium.

So basically take the name of a bike, throw some vowels at it and you have a nickname?

False.

This. Sorry, but no front clip, seized small block and in this condition? Hell no.

[boise.craigslist.org]

I've been looking for a nice 510 for a couple of years now...most of them are gone, yes, but the few that remain are very nice. I just found an 810 wagon locally for a good price. Maybe I'll look into it.

I have to heartclick you for that. You made me laugh and I just woke up. Not an easy task.

Is that what that is? I like bikes, but shit, all the names are confusing to me. I'm used to things like "Hayabusa" and "Ninja" and "Shadow". Not this strange code-word nomenclature.

WHY DID YOU TURN?! WHY DID YOU F***ING TURN?!

His bike's all jacked up now, that's pretty shitty..

That hurts.

Heartclick for brony status.

It's a clip of the car driving away with some shouty bits, followed by a clip of a gopro on the bumper, more shouty bits. Then after about 30 seconds of legitimate video it cuts to a five minute photo montage set to AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill"

I know there are so many benefits to filtering/lane splitting but it's a really stupid idea. Standstill traffic, nobody expects you to come riding up the center? You could get doored. You could clip someone's mirror and have someone livid on your hands.

All of you with these biking horror stories of douchebaggery and near-homicide have one thing in common - you all live in the wrong place.