There are cars that I think of as 'douche-y.'. You know, like when I look at them, I think, "I know I'm profiling here, but the person that owns that car is more than likely a major douche.". I've never thought of 911's as douche-y. But this one? Uber-douche-y. And I bet it would swap ends on you if you looked at…

Listen, man, I didn't say it was a bad song or that I didn't like it. I just said that I didn't think it was a disco song. And it is a great driving song. Fuckin' relax.

Since when is "Radar Love" considered anything remotely approaching disco? Yikes.

I just threw up in my mouth a little.

I harbor an unexplainable lust for this car. And I'd be willing to pay a lot. Even for me, though, 19.5 is way too much. I must bid it a reluctant CP.

Ah crap! That's what I meant to say! Dammit! Why'd I say Land ROVERS? That's the second day in a row I've made an ass of myself. Gotta learn: Coffee FIRST, then say stuff.

In the book they were Land Rovers. I'd pay 10 G's for one of those. For this one? CP.

All you guys are correct of course. I used the tranny as an example of something that could go wrong but haven't had my coffee yet. Shoulda thought about that one.

I'm ready to get down on this thing, but knowing the mileage would be a big help. Looks clean, but if the transmission's about ready to grenade itself, that would crack my pipe. Just dunno.

I will always have a special place in my heart for these.

What ^^ said.

I thought it was pretty funny.

Well, for that, you have earned my respect and admiration. And an admittance that I have, in fact, misjudged you, for you have responded in exactly the way that a very large schmuck, and not a very intelligent very large schmuck, wouldn't. Which means I no longer think you are one. You're all right.

I want so badly to reply in some way that conveys the message that you are, in point of fact, a very large schmuck and not a very intelligent very large schmuck. But then I'll get railed upon for inciting a flame war and yadda yadda. Then you'll probably come back with some inane drivel like "Well, your dick's…

What's wrong with urban explorers? That shit's a blast.

I'm a name it "Left-Eye Sven" and roll those fuckin dice. I say NP. I like a little gamble.

The Triumph Rocket 3. Because there's no replacement for displacement.

Take the engine. Leave the Bernardi.

Eep...nope, a couple of trollers did the "I gotta be different" thing and voted NP. They shall be held accountable for their transgressions.

This couldn't be a bigger CP if there was one on the seat, one in the glove box, and one stuffed into the intake manifold. Also a couple kilos of blow stashed in the gas tank. In fact, all of those might be true. It's so ludicrously overpriced it's gone to plaid. Kill it with fire.