Shitvette
Shitvette
First car: ‘73 Vega. Second car: ‘81 Chevette. My parents sucked at buying cars. Or they were hoping no girl would ever speak to me. (Like I needed a Chevette to make that happen.)
As a former owner of a 1985 Quantum (with the 1.8L version of the inline 5. iirc), I wouldn’t take that thing for free.
I drove an Alvis Stalwart.
This is kinda long, but I’ll do my best to abridge:
Not only are the treads in that first pic clearly not carrying any kind of load, they’re levitating.
Love me some Project Binky! I follow the lads most religiously. Edge of my seat waiting to see it go!
I think the only line-of-site position is the top of Tikaboo Peak, and even then the base is a good 20-25 miles away. From that gate, it’s about 12 miles to the center of the base, as the crow flies.
it’s razorwire, actually.
GF and I were at that same “gate” last December 23rd (farthest-West destination on our road trip from Austin) and the signs were in place then. That crazy camera thing (what is that, anyway?) was a LOT closer to the perimeter, and there were two trucks with (I’m guessing) Blackwater guards up on the ridge.
Damn.... No good stories of my own, but if I hadn’t missed this I coulda told the one about the time my martial arts instructor’s kid took dad’s brand-new Lexus out for a spin with 3 of his buddies, ended up sliding sideways into a curb and destroying the front passenger tire/wheel/suspension/allofit (plus a good deal…
Damn, she’s hot...
Nothing is more foolish than dropping a hunting gun before herds of ferocious wolves.
iirc, a water leak from behind the glove box is a bad heater hose. Not a cheap fix.
Also: Dougie is absofuckinglutely giddy. Hilarious!
Yas Marina is a beast. I eat it almost every time on that turn.
Dear Gawd that’s one sexy beast