Justin,

As a Jersey boy living in the Midwest, I am proud to have introduced my gentle neighbors to “fucko” in shouting the phrase “What’s your problem, fucko?” as they blithely careen through crosswalks.

What up agglomeration effects?

“well, if the spiders and snakes and jellyfish won’t kill me, I guess I’ll have to do the job myself.”

It’s preposterous, calming down, things of that nature.

really left it all out there on the field.

counter-sue them into oblivion.

One of the few occasions when it is perfectly acceptable to “Mention the War”. Even amongst Germans.

As a member of America’s academic classes, who consume Priuses and Subarus in equal, generous measure: You’re welcome.

Yep. I remember that story.

These articles are like a multi-course meal. First I get to enjoy Tom’s stories. Then I get to enjoy comments from other brokers/folks who have dealt with this before. For dessert, a nice dose of salt from all the dealer folks in the comments.

Cool story.

As an old fuck who worked on a few cars which got trophies back in the day... Yea, it used to be great, although by the time I checked out (~2006), it was clear what direction things were going.

I clicked this expecting to hate it and snark on it, but to be honest, dude was having so much fun ruining his own shit in the shadow of weather ruining his shit that I can only raise my lunchtime beer to him.

Now they’re tying to close the barn door after the horsepower escaped.

I’ve driven this road many times. If you are committed to keeping high corner speeds, you can easily go that fast. In Michigan, speed limit calculations sometimes depend on the number of frontages, and sometimes are set lower for special reasons, like Huron River Drive, a common route for cyclists and sports people…

no window-within-a-window, no sale.

all good.

I’d take the time to explain the tragedy of the commons to you (on the off chance you want to claim this garage suddenly became public space), but that’s my work and I gotta protect my livelihood, right?