I really hope that spins.
Much like the Incredible Hulk, her jeans just magically stay on.
I sink we should go drive on the ice.
“Targets Remaining”
I might wish for a gauge that tells me how bad the air smells outside the car, for when I’m driving past a sewage plant or they’re fertilizing the fields. I mean, I can smell it, so the gauge would be useless, but at least I wouldn’t be wondering, “Is that me?”
Your car’s dashboard is like your car’s press conference: it’s how the car communicates with you, officially. Sure,…
One word: Meth
Her name is Steven, okay?
she looks angry.
I feel like there’s an Element of truth to your statement, but perhaps if they could find a more mechanically sympathetic Pilot they wouldn’t have as many issues. What an Odyssey it must have been for their engineers to get this far, and if they can turn this around, the guy in charge will become a Legend.
Excellent Insight to the inner workings of an F1 team.
He’s just doing his Civic duty to strike a new Accord with another power unit supplier who is better Fit to the task.
You have to buy a Tacoma.