Not the time to admit I have the old English "D" on my calf, then. Alrighty.
Aaron Foley just clarified this is actually a video of Detroit.
I'm going NP. Anyone crack piping it doesn't know what their looking at. This is an icon. Sure there is always (just give it an hour) someone pushing the argument that "bro I could spend $40k and get a used GT-R that's 20 years newer." Sure. You could. But you'll just look like every other tool that puts fast…
But we're talking about tape that's being used to protect the front from things shooting at it...wait.
Excellent point and I'm sure they do facilitate paint mismatch. I just think it's the only acceptable form of paint protection.
Spot on. I hate any type of car bra. The only pass I'll give is to the clear protective vinyl that some thoughtful manufacturers add to high abrasion areas (e.g. in front of a rear fender flare.)
"Urrrr...I want to protect the paint that no one will ever see. Derp."
Also love when someone with a red car finally…
I'm willing to lose that dollar, just in hopes that this is not it. Ghastly thing.
Why can't this be the next GT-R? Who says it's interior doesn't feel like a plastic shoebox? It looks too nice, sure, but could have that special GT-R complete lack of refinement. Give it a chance, man. You could be looking at the VERY CAR that will soon be the center of every "more power for less money" argument…
LMAO. Dougie D drives a pair of khaki shorts with a set of loafers.
Michigan - Ohio. The collegiate game would be supreme. And fan base would be the FATTEST.
He really nailed the shading on the upper lip.
"Porsche is building a flat four."
"I can't even."
"It will be turbocharged."
"I just can't."
"The Cayman S and Boxster S will be more powerful than the 911."
"On a scale from 1 to even, I just can't."
"...and more fuel efficient."
"I'm literally dying. I am so literally literal right now."
"OH MY GOD I'm kidding!"
"I'm dead."
I actually hit a deer on Woodward avenue in Detroit around 14 mile. On blasted Woodward avenue. Six lanes of traffic during rush hour. And as the deer passed in slow motion over the top of my 1995 Cutlass Supreme SL coupe's open moon roof in fully contorted glory, I thought to myself, "Did I leave the lights on in…