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Blacked out lights.

24 instances of the word, glue. I think that’s enough for this month.

Seen it. Covered it.

Cop had mistaken my 350Z for a Ford F150.

It’s supposed to look quirky. I like it!

Took a trip with friends up to Killington in Vermont from the DC area. We were somewhere in upstate New York and had pulled off the main highway to look for fuel and food. About 15 mins of driving we found a gas station, a 2-pump gas station. We proceeded to fill the tank and got some hot food from the rotisserie

Finding a specific Subaru in Portland. This should be fun.

A population of 25 million is small? Australia has less people...

Better a car than a concrete block, which is the normal test payload.

Yeah but let’s talk about the panel gaps

I must have been under 5yrs old when my parents had a mid ‘70s Dodge Dart, I vividly remember the green color. Similar to image below (not my image). And yes, I have asked my father many many times, it was just a regular base model :/

They do, it’s called the Dodge Durango.

This happens all the time. A B8 RS4 Wagon was in the states at Audi of America in Virginia a few years ago doing a press tour by some high up executive and I saw it at a dealership in the back lot (got some inside tips) and was able to sit it in and start her up. Then the tech told me, “such a shame, it goes to the

I was about 9 yrs old (in 1996) and my dad always let me, by myself, drive our 1987 Chrysler 5th Avenue from the top of the street to the driveway on Sundays after coming back from church. The distance was about 200ft or so and I ALWAYS took my time parking. Needless to say, my mother was never part of it and ran to

I think we should all go to the Winchester and have a pint until this all blows over

I bought a ‘12 A4 S-line (I think they only came in S-lines in the last ‘12 year), fully loaded in Monsoon gray. I emailed Audi of America and got this response on model:

“Follow your dreams, work hard, buy my merch.”

He doesn’t really disclose what his real day job is, which leads anyone with a real job to think that he is really spending his parents’ money and does not want to admit it.