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You need to be in a bathroom, with the lights off. Paint “XJ” on the mirror in used oil while you chant.

Apparently parking next to the tracks is a big issue at SpaceX.

Side note: The dollars price for the DTW—>LGA—>MCO—>DTW vacation we’re taking near Christmas was ~$1000, but it was only 49,500 miles. All I paid out of pocket was the $11.20 service charge for a multi-city trip at Christmas. Would I have been better off with 2% straight cash back? Maybe, but I probably wouldn’t have

It all depends on what you’re looking for and how much you’re willing to sacrifice for the perks.

Me, too. I get there early to make sure I can pee several times. Boyfriends hates it. He’s gifted with a bladder of steel.

My Colorado goes to low at ~40 miles.

COTD

SpaceX :/

1st Gear: A friend of mine just took delivery of his Model 3. Given that he lives in CA and I’m in MI, I haven’t seen it in person, but in pictures, the hood gap looks big enough to fit a finger in all the way around. Not only are they patient, they also don’t care about quality or fit and finish.

Proofreading. Neat.

GM is getting off to an aggressive start defending one of its dominant large SUVs as Lincoln rolls outits challenger...

I’m at this weird point in my life where I want more and more and MORE car-buying advise from Tom McParland, but I also know that eventually he will run out of topics to write about...

There are only two other “18" provinces. I think Alberta and New Brunswick.

In my house, we call [Cat] God by the name Ceiling Cat.

I mean, I work in a garage now and I did FSAE in college. I still get a little giddy when I hear a dyno pull. But when I go home, I expect a little peace and quiet. I don’t want to hear dyno pulls for hours on end every night in the summer. It drowns out the TV and radio and I can’t have conversations in the back yard

@Lisa

Short stories! Short stories! Short stories!

It’s not nearly as cool as you think.

You think you had it rough. The dude behind my boyfriend’s house tunes motorcycles under the table. Worse than just hearing bikes buzz around, we hear dyno pulls until 10pm every day in the summer.

The Kool-Aid is extra-strong in Palo Alto.