The best part is that she actually got to hang out with Jessie Graff.

Here is a Dad and Ninja Girl starting early. (Sorry for the stupid commercial.)

Then they discontinued coed gym, and it was just running.

Impressive. Truly impressive. Why couldn’t we get someone like her in the role of a super hero?

They hid a swarm of bees in the glovebox.

I don’t know about the worst, but best...trim...ever...

welp... wheres a will theres a way :p

Good idea.

“Thus were the Islanders under Wang.”

Ooh, I like the idea of using some form of Fahrtvergnügen. Maybe find a way to weasel “angst” in there... Fahrangstvergnügen? 

I’m afraid Torch may be a finite resource. I wake up in sweats from my midday nap fearing we have reached peak Torch. I hope it never happens.

Vanagon. It’s the best/worst car.

It was so practical, suprisingly quick (turbo 5-speed manual), and fairly comfortable. But it was a maintenance nightmare and look, it’s a fucking PT Cruiser.

polar bear coolers.

polar bear coolers.

“Why is it always the people with shitty cars that try and show out? No one gives a fuck about your 10-year-old V6 charger, I promise.”

“Paint me like one of your French motorcyclists, Jack.”

Thanks for the write-up Erik. I have to say people should be watching MotoGP regardless of it being at COTA this weekend. Though it’s a great way to be introduced to the sport as it’s on at a normal time before the European season shifts the race times to early and earlier depending on which time zone you live in here…

Edit: United boards using a process known as WilMA before moving onto a secondary process where passengers are “reaccomodated” via a process similar to the Hunger Games.

Counterpoint: At $1,200, 30 years old, and already having a hodgepodge of American parts in my German wagon, I don’t think I’m paying a shop to repair much of anything on this that can’t be fixed with the strength of duct tape, the whimsy of WD-40, the ingenuity of the internet, and the determination of beer.

I would, like driving a fucking living room, one I can throw my two sons an six friends or ten sheets of 8' X 4' plywood and enough lumber to build a tree fort.