My son is 25 and whips a ‘12 STi with a short throw Cobb. There are SO many other things to pick on milennials about.

I’d get this and let my daughter drive it. It kinda screams “stay the fuck away from me.”

Even better. The wood would undoubtedly rot out at regular intervals.

You might want to consider the noise as nearly all NASCAR has going for it anymore. There’s sponsorship stickers on everything in sight, even different sections of in-race stat graphs. Maybe if they let an ENT doc sponsor the sound waves it could remain visceral.

That’s pretty fancy..... Break off a couple cigarette filters and shove ‘em in your ears.

Thank Dog he didn’t own a Mustang - it would have taken people out instead of a wall.

Without hesitation, ‘98 Sebring convertible. Front hub assemblies, noisy transmission, the back window fell out of the top, buttery trailing arm bushings.... I could just go on all night. I couldn’t even donate the sonuvabitch with 110k on it - charities refused it. Gave it a redneck funeral.

SQUIRREL!

Want. I definitely believe it’s more fun to drive the living shit out of a “slow” car, especially off-road. And I’ll wager you finish, something not everyone will accomplish.

It is possible to own one and not be annoying, just not likely.

Oh, I promise my prejudice stretches back to the eighties, those are just for reference. I was dusting 5 liters with my Dart (okay, it was a GT) when AOL was still charging by the hour. But there’s no reason I can’t answer your question using what tools we currently have available.

It’s terribly difficult to pick just one. Have you heard of YouTube? Well, it completely fails to adequately convey the poserific nature of the “drivers.”

Yes, that’s what I meant by load leveling.

And to think, after I saw the news that the Lambo shredded and set fire to the shreds of Porsche’s lap record I ran down to the local dealer and plopped down enough cash to ensure I could get in line to someday fantasize that I might have a chance of smelling the exhaust from one as it sped past me on it’s way to....…

To prove they are smarter than all of their customers.

The middle pipe is for the new owner to suck on when the adrenaline wears off and they realize...

This is clearly a sociopolitical commentary on the emerging fascist tendencies relevant to escalating one’s dislike to an infraction of the law.

I’ll play like i play Monopoly.... The way I damn well want!

It’s all smoke and mirrors until it destroys some tires. Interesting thought, though......

I fully realize this is correct in quirks and price. My seventh grade history teacher, Mr Rowan, had a paralyzed lower lip, a fat wife who taught chemistry and this car. I could NEVER drive deadlip’s hooptie.