Handshake, hell. If I could buy a car by shoving coins into a slot, I’d do that. It’s the stress of the buying process that stops me from buying a car more than anything else.

Note to pearl clutchers: Starship Iris is decidedly non-binary friendly so if you’re hardcore cis and can’t wrap your head around any other sort of identity, give it a pass.

Orphaned American brands.

Damn.  I’m genuinely amazed.

I was asked to investigate the water bill for one of our facilities one month, flagged because where our usual bill comes in around $1500-2000 total for water and another $10-15000 for electricity, this month the water bill was $67,000, and another $75000 or so for sewer. And note, the water portion for the facility I…

What they add, specifically, is cost. A significant part of the markup is the salesman’s commission.

Man.

No. Just no. Of course it didn’t sell, the MR2 in its unsullied form was a handsome car and a fun ride, why why why would you mess it up this way?

I remember those things, and it was not just possible but midway to likely.

Look at the information label on the inside of your fridge. It will tell you how many amps it pulls. Multiply that number by 120 (volts AC, what your home’s outlets provide) and that will tell you how many watts the fridge needs to operate.

They gave up on cool for the Villager when they went to laugh-tracked comedy commercials. That was midway in its run, if I recall:

I’d say this and that about comparables, except for this small fact: there aren’t any. There are NO other Nauticas in the ‘Bay.

I can answer this question: no. It cannot.

Tesla didn’t do that first, not by a long way. I remember a Top Gear episode, around 2009 I guess, talking about an $8000 added cost special color - an exclusive shade of grey.

I wasn’t even aware it was legal anywhere.

If a pompadour was a car...

Ron Finger and his in-depth yard rescue Fiero. Bad Obsession Motorsports and their pathologically detailed Alltrax Mini.

And that’s why I call it autocorrupt.

“I don’t care how big you are, I can’t be enthused about you sticking a bunch of Pep Boys glitter on a fucking Corolla. Six months for this? Fuck that, fuck this,” (waves expansively at rented house) “and fuck you in particular. Touch me again and I’m charging you with sexual assault.”

That frickin’ inspection plate above the rear seal. My car smelled like an oil rig on fire at every stop light. It dripped right onto the exhaust.