I heard that NAPA stands for New American Programing Agenda, and that Orilleys isn’t even Irish.

ADHESIVE FENDER VENTS CAN’T MELT STEEL BEAMS

I’m ripping that third guy off my dash during my lunch break.

Here you go!

Great, another Pep Boys truther.

“Do you really hate motorcyclist or are you just saying it because you saw it?”

Loud cards save lives.

(Me. The friend is me. I'm asking for me.)

How can you expect to ride a bike without loud pipes? Motorists hiding in their cages will never be able to know you’re there and you’ll die!

To meet pedestrian crash standards. If you suck them in, you can’t hit them.

no, it wasn’t “all about torque.” it was all about “we have primitive manufacturing techniques, and can’t cast or fabricate anything but tortuous passages for our engines to breathe through.” Oh, and it was all about “gas is 50 octane so compression ratios have to be kept down to like 5:1.”

And if all that doesn’t put you in the buying mood, the car comes equipped with a Playstation 2. Yes, A PLAYSTATION TWO.

No, he just picks out one biker to hate each day. It’s like a hate lottery. A hatery, if you will.

i love motorcycles.

18 minutes....Not today, friend.

These roadway marriage proposal videos are getting out of hand.

“Back of the shaft drive.” I’m always telling women about this, but they just can't seem to grasp it.

I say, gentlemen, I’m fairly confident that motorcar is a Lambo.

You pipe down. Stop ruining tomorrow’s story.