If you don’t create spaces for people to legally jump their cars, they will illegally jump them on the street.

I didn’t even catch that when I read it. My brain automatically filled in “loan” where it said “lease.”

Administrators at Buford City Schools, which is 46 percent minority according to Public School Review, has not responded to The Root’s request for comment

My huge belly out front perfectly balances my huge arse jutting out the back, but that doesn’t mean I’m running anywhere any time soon

“This is a personnel and legal matter pertaining to a disgruntled employee.”

The 3rd gen SHO (‘96-’99) had the 3.4L V8. I mean, it’s an American/Japanese/British V8 (hat tip to Yamaha and Cosworth), but he’s a Frenchman in Detroit. The great melting pot, what’s more American than that?

You’re reeeeeally missing the point. 

They’re not even fucking trying anymore, man. 

lol

It looks the same as the old one. 

why can’t police go back to using silhouettes that the public rarely buys?

It’s an idiotic turn of phrase that people use thoughtlessly because they understand the term “over easy” to mean “with gooey yolk”, and they’re trying to convey that they want a semi-solid yolk, rather than a runny one.

You would hold back your speed to try and be sneaky so you fly under the radar as someone who could win, which matters in how drivers will drive the race because they will be more worried with boxing out contenders.

Incredible respect for the employee who stood up for what was right.

The car would be scary if it didn’t have this option.

brb setting up a body shop next to my local Chevy dealer

Don’t act like we aren’t going to see these sideways and into a ditch/tree 30 minutes after taking delivery/leaving a Cars and Coffee. 

Thanks...it gets old getting shit on all the time, but at the end of the day, that’s what I deserve for doing some really dumbass shit.  Like you said, hopefully there’s a kid on here that reads my story and they decide it’s not worth getting in their car when they’re drunk; all it takes is one time, and you’re going…

How DARE YOU sell that gorgeous machine!

In 1975 I put my 1963 Jaguar E Type convertible up for sale in Eugene, Oregon. Within a couple days I found a buyer from Portland (100 miles away) who agreed to come back the next day with cash to drive the car home.