Now that's what I'm talkin' about.
What crossed the line for me kinda was the fat dude reaching into the recorder guy's Subaru and hitting the camera.
Hah! I'd totally take a picture too.
The Crossfire really is the Poor Man's Mercedes. Yeah it looks like crap (dat ass!), and the interior is.. well.. having driven one lets say it feels like a cross between a shooting brake and a clown shoe. And if you put a decent tune in it, press on the gas and it shoots off...
EW. EW. EW.
Well, do you have any cats?
As a female with a predominant interest in anything that has four wheels, an engine, and goes fast, I'd rather be known as a car person than a cat person.
I'd not bother with the M5, personally.
Had to photoshop out my tear stains from the paper.
A Q9 will the the A8L of their SUV's.
I have to say that this reproduction is the shadiest of the bunch.
As a female I must say that when changing my oil I have a tendency to wear full-bodied clothes.
As a female, I must say that when changing my oil I have a tendency to wear full-body clothes.
No. No. No. No.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: I'm still butthurt about the Scirocco's absence here in 'Mercuh.
Good point (that's what I did, basically). Except try telling that to the Factory Stock-Baby enthusiasts.
Oh, those summers in Vernon. Ah yes, I can almost hear it now, the thud of knees and elbows, the crunching of vertebrae, as they hit the apex...
I'm firmly convinced that I will have nightmares after watching this.
I am a former addict. Heroin addict, actually. This is what I have to say.