The other part of that thinking was personalization and reconfigurability, which was theoretically a big part of Scion’s philosophy, but wasn’t ever really manifested in the finished product, which wasn’t modular in any way.

Hey don’t forget my BFB (Big Friendly Box)!

If you’re a Jeep bro you’re gonna Jeep, bro. Why would you rent a car to go wheeling?

Yeah I wouldn’t be so sure about rental CUVs. My guess would be MAGA Jeep/truck bros who think this is an opportunity to own the libs because regulations Trump incoherent shit.

All big cities everywhere in the world are like that. It’s in no way a NYC issue. NYC is actually far better than most, simply because you really don’t need a car to live here.

Did you not read what I wrote?

I really dislike the 350-ness of it. I agree—it should have had the rudimentary rear seat, if only to get the longer profile it needs to be a Supra. I don’t hate it, but it could have been perfect.

Interesting to note that the commentary speaks about cars needing to withstand an earthquake-level of shaking multiple times a minute while in motion. At the time this film was shot the Interstate system was long in the future, and metalled roads were too for the most part. The roads most Americans drove on were still…

Now you mention it, the Millennium Falcon is the Jalopest of spacecraft.

Watch all the guys whose lifetime achievement is buying chinos and square-toed shoes and sitting in a cube in an office park line up to tell Musk he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

There’s a corrupt, small-minded, racist, all-powerful sheriff department in every Bumfuck county in the US of A, raking in money from speeding tickets on the nearest interstate and confiscating money and property from low-income folks who don’t have access to legal aid and a powerful hometown press who’ll go to bat…

I had to gome home immediately from being with a friend when my wife called to say the cat had taken a turn for the worse. An hour or so later she was gone. We had driven straight to the vet and her cancer meant she was basically skin, bones, and a tumor, and there was nothing more to be done at that point other than…

Obvious shallow headline intent was glaringly obvious and shallow.

Not a “sext” though.

Reaching. Reaching hard.

Oh I have drunk some decent box wines. I have neither seen nor heard of Franzia though. I was wondering if it was some weird regional tipple. I was also confused when the appropriately-initialled EW wrote that it came in a box and a bag (I guess box wines do both).

What sorority are you in again?

Not how it works. Meter maids write the tix and call in the twos when needed. That guy isn’t like a local beat cop patrolling a few square blocks. He’s operating out of one of the lots (eg West Side Highway) and goes where he’s told to go. Plus it’s not his job to think.

Trump says a lot of shit.

HOW DO I DROVE CAR