DERP!!!
DERP!!!
This car is just so much yawn.
So much writing. So much wasted effort. The guy is a child-beating piece of shit, who has shown absolutely ZERO remorse for, or recognition that what he did was one of the worst things a person can do. That should be your story.
I approve of the GTR quad exhaust tips.
And...all this on a...Ford?
That was a lot of time driving in the weeds. Maybe you should consider buying a 4x4.
That's okay. It's just his mom.
If Audi doesn't license "Speed Triple" from Triumph, then they're just being fags about it.
How do they "introduce a vibration" in that flying performance test?
Cue the obligatory Aerosmith song...
Bullshit. That's not coach. There's no fat fuck blocking that isle, half sleeping in the middle guy's shoulder. THAT, is coach.
Never actually had the opportunity to eat at DiNic's, but I'm an avid cook, and have made my own meticulous versions of their roast pork sandwich (and by the way, getting broccoli rabe in SoCal is a bitch) and I must say that they're pretty damn amazing. Finding the most pungent, aged provolone is the key.
For the record...I actually like Cincinnati-style chili. There. I said it.
In some cases, bad press is the only thing for which you can hope.
When a town is both known for, and reviled, for one single thing, is that good or bad?
What the fuck, man. Back when I was in school, the only thing I ever got were bad grades.
The Mach 5 (followed only by Racer X's car) is the ONLY choice for numbers one and two.
Germany, you've done it. You've always set the bar extremely high, when it comes to needless complexity in your engineering. Now, you have finally reached that zenith. Where once, there was a little top to just take off by hand, now, there are fifteen-thousand extra parts, hinges, motors, relays, wires, gears, and God…