Ha, exactly what I was thinking! E39 clutches are decidedly fragile...
Ha, exactly what I was thinking! E39 clutches are decidedly fragile...
Glad none was taken; killjoy snark aside, I sincerely didn't intend any character assassination. Thanks also for realizing my issue was specifically with your advice to prohibit mutually-impaired sex; surely this is something we can agree to disagree over.
Well said, thank you. That's the crux of the matter for us fellas: we're not human breathalyzers (especially not when drunk ourselves) so it's a bit unfair to expect us to know, unerringly, at what point a "yes" is not a real/consensual "yes". This is especially true when interacting with relative strangers as in a…
Not that I didn't appreciate your question-and-answer forum, but I hope you'll understand if I pass on some of your pointers. Mrs. schumachiavelli would kick me out of the house if I told her we couldn't have drunk sexytime on our rare kid-free nights out based on some anonymous killjoy's internet advice. (No…
You're right: I didn't go to school for marketing. Not that it's relevant (hence I didn't address your pointless query earlier), but my degree is in mechanical engineering. You know, the sort of education that allows a "marketing genius" (or maybe just someone with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) to design their…
Yes, you've nailed me dead to rights: I'm so very drab because I don't give a flying shit what sort of box my device comes in, so long as it's functional. Also: I paint the walls in my house a uniform shade of grey and drive a beige Corolla. For fun, I like to watch the aforementioned grey paint dry. Occasionally,…
I enjoy my iPhone and iPad as much as the next guy, but this is freaking stupid.
Ha! That's the exact same head unit I replaced my OEM radio with. Somewhat small buttons, but they are tactile enough to allow operation without looking. A fine pick, my good sir!
I couldn't agree more: for being a cheap Ford, mine has held up remarkably well. Especially so given the abuse it's suffered in my hands. I toss that little goober around like a ragdoll and it keeps coming back for more.
I adore—no exaggeration or sarcasm, I truly adore—the simple, intuitive set up of my old (2001) Ford Focus's HVAC controls. Three knobs, the center one larger than the outer two, in a row: the first controls the temperature, the second where the air comes out, the third the fan speed (0-4). Three simple, large…
Echoing what others have said: Giuffre is a douche. Just let it go, because it didn't cost you anything. It's an obvious mistake, and it appears as though offers/counteroffers through eBay's message system are not legally binding contracts (nor should they be).
Exactly this.
Go for it man! Seriously, I beg you on behalf of other Jalops to pick one up, as I'm sure you can astutely steward it through this awkward "not-old-enough-to-be-a-classic, not-new-enough-to-be-properly-cared-for" stage of its life whereas non-Jalops would just buy one and run it into the ground.
Paid documentary or not, that is a simply awesome story and video; I got goosebumps and damn near cried.
Exactly what I was thinking! Creased Avalon, nothing more.
Tsk, tsk: you forgot the chrome trim on the wheelarches and trailing edges of the doors.
Not to suggest you're the postman's child or anything like that, but 8th-grade biology class told me that two parents exhibiting recessive eye-colors are incapable of having a brown-eyed child.
I didn't cringe at the car itself so much as the god-awful Altezza taillights it had.
Rear-facing seats are in fact safer than front-facing ones, as the seat provides support to the whole upper body (specifically including the neck, and with a nice cushioned surface no less) as opposed to just a few points of narrow webbing across the lap and upper body. It's for this basic and obvious reason that…