Hope this counts:
Hope this counts:
That’s a weird looking mustang.
C’mon dude. You don’t park a car to gas it up; you just drive up the outside lane pump and stop. You can sleep in this car, pee out of it, and rear a litter of human children. This car is like 37 feet long. I’m pretty sure I saw a family of five select an Eldorado like this one on an episode of House Hunters Tiny…
My wife and I have reached a detente. No one says shit about anyone’s driving unless a life is immediately at stake. Nothing about driving too fast or too slow, or following too close, or making an illegal right on red, or any of that. Unless you’re about to hit a baby carriage, it’s radio silence. It’s saved our…
I don’t know why I didn’t see this until now.
Hey Chris, when EVERYBODY else is the problem, you are the problem.
I do CAD work for an engineer whose comments on drawings resembles hieroglyphics. He's aware of his unreadable scrawl, and is unwilling to improve it to the level of a 3 year olds' crayon markings. It's an infuriating time suck, trying to figure out what's written.
Meanwhile at my company, the CEO owns next to no stock. I think that’s a cool move of Musk to buy so much stock, granted it could possibly make him even more ridiculously wealthy, but it also shows people that he’s confident in the strategy moving forward.
CP, but negotiate with me on it, and I’ll buy it for my mother. Who loved her red 323 and regrets selling it. I would love to get her the GTX. Also, I sent her this link, so she will see this comment. HI MOM.
It looks like the kind of car you get at the end of a RoadKill episode. But with a windshield.
I’ve learned to expect more enjoyment from a groin rash
Small technicality, the engine is still in the car. It’s just the blower that blew off the car.
“This car is what I look like on the inside” is the most perfect thing I have ever heard to describe this ridiculous hobby of ours. I’m going to look at my fifteen-year-old modded-to-hell Impreza a little differently from now on, ‘cause holy shit, it’s actually my messy innards laid bare in steel and glass and rubber…
Sounds like Harris really toasted this guy’s...
*furiously searches for King Cobra fistfights.
Considering the damage done to songbird populations at the paws of housecats, I’d say Team Kitty’s out ahead on this one.