But it has spanners instead of wrenches so it’s cool.

Don’t pee on my mailbox. Where your animal pees is your decision. Perhaps your house? I don’t care one bit about any explanation from you about why your animal wants to pee on my mailbox.

Dozens of dogs walk by every day. My lawn in not their urinal. Stay off the grass.

‘And once they’re walking... they’re going to relieve themselves because they’re an animal’

No time wasted in the wind tunnel I see.

I’m 6'4". My knees are jammed up against the seat in front of me. It’s pretty much impossible for that seat to recline. Not physically possible.

How did it ever get to be acceptable to take your animal around the neighborhood to pee on other people’s property?

You can play on my lawn. I don’t care.

You said taint.

That convertible must twist like a flexible flyer sled.

Knock a hundred dollars off the Trucoat and I’m in.

back end. WAY too busy

The de Sade option was a running joke with Car and Driver magazine.

Three on the tree?

You win. We’re done here.

I don’t hate it.

Fugly. CP.

They are overpriced. 

It’s somebody’s job to come up with trendy new names for white, silver and gray.