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I’m sure everyone here would agree with you, but then we would all be wrong.

I like this GTI best. Mainly, because quite honestly, it’s just sexy as hell.

There have been instances of Deer antlers going through the windshield and killing people too. It’s not all bumper damage.

Wallaby damned, these puns are roo-thless.

Hell, I react the same way when a piece of pea gravel falls out of a truck in front of me and hits my windshield, let alone a 150 pound marsupial.

including the massaging of the [305]-cid V8 to eke out about 25 more ponies than stock

the fitment of those headlights in the front clip immediately reminded me of this scene from the Boondock Saints.

Buy a Miata after they wrap their Mustang GT around a tree/telephone pole.

Mainly because when they pull someone over for doing 5 over, 10 people will drive past doing 15-20 over. It’s simple economics.

You got a nice suit at home or do you like coming to work everyday dressed like youre goin’ to invade Poland?”

Maybe I’m just lucky to live where I live. I’ve never had a cop pull me over if I didn’t clearly deserve it, and I’ve been driving for 20+ years and have lived in several states.

That’s amazing. I never would have thought that a cop would take someone passing him at 60 / 55 as a sign of disrespect. Now, 15-20 over? Of course.

So MSP will write tickets for 5 over on the mass pike? This is bullshit, but it’s also good to know.

Like this:

I like Mustangs, just not putting car seats in the back of them.

I tried to give a shit about “domestic” vehicles, but they’re all built in Canada or Mexico with Chinese components. Kindly explain what “domestic vehicle” refers to other than pickup trucks, and I’ll promise to care again.

I work in one of those places where I can laugh at print on my screen, but not laugh at videos on my screen.

So if it’s made by Italians for Italians, the tallest a driver could be is about 5'7"?

An Acura coupe. The guy who chased him was driving a Prius.

Nothing sexier about a car than roasting in the sun with the T tops off while sticking to the cheap vinyl seats. Once again, a pile of shit from the darkest days in American automotive history. Crack pipe at any price.