For luxury sedands, my 1963 Rover 3 Litre, known by the well-earned nickname the “Baby Rolls.” Built like a tank, with a F-head 6 of electric smoothness. Modified Hydramatic tranny with Borg-Warner overdrive. Mahogany and leather inside. I still remember the joy of taking her up to 70 or so, flicking the overdrive…

Miata is again the answer.

Because blood is thicker than water? And that’s because oil and water don’t mix because oil once cheated on water with olives.

OK, that’s just fucked up. This is the first time I’ve heard of a fatality in karting, of all places you’d die racing. And 11? Geez.

This comment is beyond stupid. How would I take my dog hiking or other activities that enrich his life? This is fine if you have a small shitty dog that is useless and basically just a stuffed teddy bear, but never taking your large working class dog anywhere is pretty much torture for him. I’m guessing you’ve never…

Knocked off Stars Wars like a god damn heat seeker.

They exploded whole-ass planets!

“Was that you or him?”

F&F haters don’t hate the franchise. They hate joy.

Only 3 original miles! Ran when dismantled.

Car fuel can melt steel beams!

Brand identity is meaningless. Throw away your Breitling. Pour your Coca Cola down the toilet. Make soap in a ramshackle house with a bunch of sweaty dudes.

Wait the back of my car says V70

He probably has a fuelshark plugged in.

“... hit a set of spike strips going 115 MPH, subsequently barreled off of the road and into a drainage ditch, launched the truck into the air and landed on a car parked at a restaurant” 

The Swiss Air Force gets its first kill.

And this is the flag