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The ORIGINAL Civic Hybrid regularly pulled 50+mpg combined... but that was with the lean-burn engine that just ate catalytic converters for breakfast. It was awesome in a non-inspection state like Michigan (my dad is on his second ‘03—the first one died at 230k and this one is nearing 200k itself), but it was an

Because of the wiggles! The hardtop quells them so beautifully, you forget that they exist until the spring...

Lots of public urination on subways is done at night. Subway service at night has many minutes between trains. People who have been waiting for trains for what seems to be ages (especially to those who have to pee or are in the cold) can’t run out to said bush or shrub. Sometimes it’s a matter or peeing off a subway

I’m seeing a lot of early airbag wheels on here, and sure, they were ugly, but the technology was new and EVERYONE had an awkward bloated steering wheel back then.

Well, everything. But once they get batteries to last that long and instruments FDA-approved and accurate to really track those metrics, I think we’ll see the segment take off.

The gin martini, comprised of nothing but liquor and a splash of vermouth, will suit you well. Olives give you “good” fats, too!

The U.S. government figured it out in 1939! Granted, it didn’t work well because it didn’t have treads on its tires, but who cares?!

And regardless, it’s certainly easy to call it centripetal force and deal with one pedant (me), rather than the many dozens that would pop up if you’d gone with centrifugal!

*Centrifugal force.

My daily-driver 128i. I’ve been shopping around recently to replace it, but nothing—NOTHING—strikes the same balance of driving feel and practicality (at least in the same price range). My solution so far is an e28 535i project, because racecar.

I split a 30-pack of Kodiak Ridge Light with some friends on a camping trip a couple of years ago. It was a torn-up & taped-together box sitting alone in the beer cooler at a northern Michigan Meijer. I think it was $12. Trust me when I say that it was worth every penny.

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The bartender at my local karaoke bar (Alice’s in Chicago) will step in to fix the vibe if people are bombing. His premier song is “Con Te Partiro” by Andrea Bocelli, and he KILLS it. Nothing gets the drunk crowd going by seeing a middle-aged fat man blast out some opera at 3:00 am.

Stroh’s hits all the right notes for me. It’s a decent macro for pennies per can, and it brings back happy memories of getting ice cream as a child in Detroit. It can be hard to find, but for some reason my Mexican grocery store intermittently sells a 30-pack for about $15.

I started on an SV650S (curvy) and it didn’t kill me. I wouldn’t necessarily recommend it as a beginner to just anyone, but for a cautious and conscientious rider, it’ll do anything you want it to do, from sport riding to touring. Scary levels of power for a newbie, but it’ll be more than enough to last you forever.

One thing to add: If you’re sitting next to someone and seats start opening up as the crowd thins, move to the empty row to give you and your seatmate some privacy/breathing room. There is nothing personal about moving away from someone you don’t know on the train—it just becomes uncomfortable if you box someone in

ON FOOTBALL: The Lions might be a genuine exception to the "don't go" rule. Ford Field is right downtown, and despite what you may think, there are plenty of fun, cheap bars and easy, cheap (often free) parking. And in the fall, the Tigers are right next door, so if things aren't working out, you can just sashay on

My thoughts exactly. It was alarmingly quick to process—definitely no last-minute hemming and hawing.

If you’re having trouble, the Apple Store app + Apple Pay seems to be working great. That said, the minimum ship time for ANY model is at least 4-6 weeks now, and JU-freaking-LY for the Apple Watch Edition... Though you’d have to be out of your mind to get one of those anyway, so maybe it’s #nbd.

Everyone planning to buy one, please place one hand over your heart and repeat after me:

He’s just lucky the show’s not called “Snipped.”