You pretty much used the same picture twice on a Monday morning, wtf!

Neutral: I really enjoy Mazda. I drive a Miata as my daily, and I would absolutely consider buying something like a Mazda 3 down the road when I grow up and actually start driving a grown-up car, some day.

Here you go.

Yeah, but this isn’t a SRT8

If they are the type do carve canyons at 125 mph, watching a video of someone crashing is extremely unlikely to stop them.

Are you fucking kidding me?

As a life-long racer, I can say this has nothing to do with a dream. This is the nightmare we face every single time we roll to the start line.

The track maintenance crews don’t magically disappear if you drive a diesel, you nincompoop. The train is a refurbished 1940s antique, which otherwise I can only assume would go into a museum to sit and contribute nothing (wasting the carbon released in its production). On top of its actual job as a transport, it also…

Well, it produces more electricity than it uses, which goes back into the local grid, which offsets other sources of electricity, which can be seen to have a negative carbon footprint over time that would even offset the production and maintenance of the equipment. 

I think you’re overestimating how much people care about these dumb laptime stunts.

He probably had to spend 4 hours saying no to the finance guy.

I’m certain that high end dealerships would be open for a customer who can only get there past 9. 

That’s 55 kips per hogshead

Drugs? Drugs.

He was pooped when he wrote that. 

My car has under 300hp and 100mph can sneak up on me. I imagine you can get ahead of yourself in a McLaren, especially if it’s your first rodeo in a super car

Picking your nails/teeth with a large knife while they talk usually cuts through the nonsense.

Neutral:

I like that moniker. I have been using one for a while that helps people understand it: “Someone else’s computer”.

I may incorporate “Invisible Hacker Data Bunker” in the future, though, if I may.

This is asking too much of my brain power on a Friday morning. I haven’t even started and I already give up.