My gut says Ford Tempo
Demon-Xanth knows how to operate a street.
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I was the designated driver for my sister’s wedding because they could rely that my distaste for alcohol (literally, I don’t like the taste of alcohol itself) meant that at the end of the night I was going to be 100% sober. The making of alcohol fascinates me and I’d love to make a still with copper sheets and pipes…
I remember having tags, two different sets since we had moved. They had my name and address, we always took it as “GI Joe” style and didn’t think much of it.
I want to say NP, but then I remember the 1983 XJ6 my uncle had bought for $3k and just needed a $2k valve job to pass smog. He got the valve job done. Drove it for two years before selling it for $2k in the same condition, needing another valve job to pass smog.
If you’re referring to making a left from a single turn lane into a multi-lane road, that is actually one I support, the laws here state you need to be in the nearest lane, but the California books explicitly stated that it is permitted. Otherwise there are driveways and roads that would be completely unreachable with…
I live in Virginia and consider these normal behavior:
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Meanwhile, at the cheaper end of the spectrum, here’s a 380HP Corvair engine. With pushrods. Also doing over 9000RPM. Though designed for much shorter distances.
Does it leak oil like a sieve? If not, I’ll take one for my Corvair!
It’s the joy of how companies work. They expect the customers to give you a five for doing your job, while they give you a three.
But that neighborhood? You can add a digit comfortably! Pay it off by labor day.
Nader didn’t kill the Corvair. The UAW, Mustang, Nova, and Camaro did.
For SF, if there was a spot that was just $3/day I’d jump on it like a horny Jack Russel Terrier.
A toll is a toll, and a roll is a roll. If we don’t get no tolls, we don’t eat no rolls.
Most of that was the power line breaking off. That neighborhood is gonna be lights out for a while.
Realized the typo, but too late to edit to fix.
A 737's tail is about 36' tall. So he basically came 13 feet away from the difference between “butt clench” and “collision”.
Someone noted when their plane was delayed on the tarmac for an hour that since people were able to use their phones everyone was calm and relaxed. Thus smartphones are pacifiers for adults.
“This chicken sandwich is the biggest piece of shit ever to be called a chicken sandwich that I’ve ever tried to put into my mouth!” —review after “editorial decisions” were made.
Talk about a first response, the accident hasn’t even finished happening and they’re already on the scene!