Dirty Bois Tois.
Dirty Bois Tois.
Dude, awesome article. Keep ‘em coming like this!
Most high end automotive manufacturers don’t interest me, but Aston Martin is different. For some reason their cars speak to me, and I like what they say. Enjoy your ride.
Totes jelly.
I like how the headlights brighten with each pump of the throttle.
That truck is totally rad, and I’d so buy it. America really sucks when it comes to small pickup trucks. We don’t have any!
These canned press conferences are total crap. More Lewis with bunny ears, whiskers, and whatever other assorted weirdness he wants.
My mechanic says Ram trucks have crap frames. He says, “Get a Ford or Chevy, it could save your life.”
Hilter’s revenge.
Pure Genius!
Pure Genius!
Pure Genius.
I think the Hulk is much better than what he’s shown at Force India. Renault is going to make an honest bid for podiums, and if that engine setup is any good, he’ll be up there drinking champagne.
Thy golden fruit the world outshines
Florida, my Florida,
Thy gardens and thy phosphate mines,
Florida, my Florida,
Yield their rich store of good supply,
To still the voice of hunger’s cry,—
For thee we’ll live, for thee we’ll die,
Florida, my Florida.
Pure genius. Rock on sir!
Pure genius.
Feel the Bern!
Pure genius.
I would like to reserve judgment until I see a rider on it to better understand the ergos.