When I’m on my desktop, I just drag the image from my desktop directly into the text field of the comment I’m making, and it goes in perfectly. Even animated GIFs.

What was done to this car is absolutely criminal.

I wonder if Jerry Seinfeld snatched himself one.

The guy watches episodes of Dukes of Hazzard with a cigarette and white towel within arm’s reach.

Normally I would scoff at this shoe-shaped Lexus like everyone else does, but you know what? Screw it. The black paint with the matching wheels actually look great on this car. Nice Price.

Do better Jalopnik.

Lose the badges, the Euro plate, and sarcophagus on top; and you’re good to go! NP.

Funnier still, is how said trolls usually live in rural or non-urban areas and cannot fathom why a state with 40 million residents would need emission rules - especially when you look at any photograph of the skies over Los Angeles in the 1970s and 80s.

The headline is a bit click-baity. The V-22 has as good a safety record as any other airframe in the US inventory.

...but still—even in excellent condition this thing is worth $1,500-$2,500.

If you’re going to charge that much for a 90's grcoery getter, the least you can do is make sure the balancing weights are on the insides of the wheels.

With all due respect; anyone who gets THAT triggered over a slide show is probably a little bitch who shouldn’t be coddled.

...made their way into quite a few companies’ planes, including Delta, United and American Airlines, as well as Southwest and even Ryanair.

A tastefully done one-off, I like it.

That’s not how Autopilot works.

Your mindset is clearly stuck in an era that’s over five decades since passed. In that regard, you should probably wait until the next boomer-approved American muscles car from 1964-1972 shows up here. Because this car is not overpriced... you get a LOT more car in this Z3 than you would with the General Lee.

I’d rather have a Miata, and if I really just wanted a convertible cruiser I can get a much newer Solara for that money.

Right? I live in San Diego and have rocked Chubbies and deck shoes more than once. He’s one fix away from being me, and I’m 45.

No, it’s not franchise fatigue. No, it’s not superhero fatigue. No, it is not how interconnected everything is. It is the writing. Period.