How about the time that I couldn’t get a lug nut loose. I sprayed it with penetrant, broke out a breaker-bar and even put some heat to it. The other three were difficult but this one was stupid stubborn. After calling a friend over for his help and heft a day later, I discovered that I was the stupid stubborn one. I…

Damnit...here we go again. The truck pictured above, on its side, is a concrete truck. Not a cement truck.

Donut? Does it? Do you know how?

Does it donut?

1989 - 1996 Nissan 300ZX...

Oh snap! Any guesses on who’s going to bring the cranberry sauce to this party?

I’m glad that you referred to it as a concrete truck and not a cement truck.

I hate being “that guy” but...this was once a concrete truck. Not a cement truck. Please correct your errors and all will be forgiven.

Donuts? That’s what I would do.

Thank you for your service to our already great nation (f-u Trump).

Max Rockatansky for obvious reasons.

RockAuto. The best part about the internet are the people. Or the lack thereof. I’ve always felt that some counter-guys are trying to maybe be helpful, but end up asking to many questions. You don’t need to know anything about my 327, or what model car it is in. I’ll give you a part #. You give me a fan belt. If it…

Middle fingers and ass-whoopins...God bless 'Murica

In the late 1990’s I had a friend who, let’s say, was a big fan of smelling like Marijuana. This guy drove a Mustang Grande with a hole in the drivers floorboard large enough to birth a watermelon. The only items on his car that weren’t covered in rust were the chrome Mustang fuel cap and Mustang GT wheels. One day he…

Chevette...obviously.

Are those Mazdaspeed3 wheels?

I hate to be that guy...but. That is a concrete truck.

So much for tread lightly...

The hard braking surely didn’t help his status of being a tool.

Ummm.... High-flow fuel pump, larger injectors and BIG turbo! Debadged with a good clean tune to keep the masses guessing wouldn’t hurt either.