I never got more hate than when I drove an e90 m3 convertible for the day. I might as well have been Rush Limbaugh in the middle of manhattan.

Once again, gonna get slammed for this one but the first iterations of Aston Martin Vantage V8. It Looks gorgeous. It sounds I mean... f*cking excellent, like really great.... but it just isn’t very good to drive. Not as fun as it could’ve or should’ve been, with all of the discomfort and stiffness of something that…

Wow, Ronnie. You really have no idea how f*cked you are.

He’s bound to f*ck up again. Just watch.

Balls take a lot of blood flow. Doesn’t leave enough for the brain.

K.

Ahh that would explain it. Thanks buddy.

This is awesome, and I fully support it, but I don’t quite understand. I’ve seen fancy drift cars before, with the fanciest probably being a viper of some variation, but that’s not even close to a $375,000 car, before modifications. What’s the story here? Is this the wealthiest drift team on the planet?

“A consolidation”? I believe there’s a synonym for what Sergio is trying to acquire: Monopoly.

I’m not quite sure, the one I drove was pretty hot off the line. I think it was one of the first f type orders that was filled in the US so I’m not surprised if it had some bugs.

Jesus, that overrun. Must be what Shaq’s farts sound like.

I think you actually hit it on the nose with the jag. It’s not really functional, and I think it kills the lines of both the convertible and the coupe. Not to mention that you really can’t control when it goes up and down. It plain just won’t listen to the button that supposedly controls that function.

I’m pretty sure it’s not an engine, but undoubtedly a piece of Megatron. Remember when they dumped him in the ocean in the documentary Transformers?

Utility my ass! Them be drag slicks!!

I smiled so wide when I saw the click bait for this. This is awesome.

What a disappointment. I come here looking for 22 minutes of turbo truck drag racing and get 20:52 minutes. I call shenanigans.

It’s always a Dart in these situations. Always.

The brand new 2002 camry my parents bought when they said they had ruled it out. I hope that thing is dead now. They’ve forgiven their prior poor car choices since then. But I would’ve killed the shit out of that car.

“Nice R8, I thought I’d get a fun car too:”

There is, quite literally, nothing on the spectrum of color that is as brown as the interior of that rover.