Woah, man. I'm glad that this story is on a sub-blog to Jalopnik, far from the eyes of the racists who troll Gawker. I can imagine the ridiculousness.

I have the same policy. I also make it a point to have an actual phone conversation with the person instead of just corresponding via text/e-mail. You can pick up on a person's vibe pretty quickly in a three minute verbal conversation... A lot of scammers will flat out refuse to answer a phone.

You hate us for our freedom. Or something. /s

Heavy braking from high speeds can do that. It happened to my uncle once! HONEST!

To each his/her own. One criminal can ruin you're whole day.

CVCCs were the same. It's the devil's engine!!!

I saw a few of these when I was out car shopping in the day. I figured I didn't need misery like that.

Just a theory but look at the bigger picture here; test-dummies next-point-o. If an autonomous racing program can fully develop, then teams/companies/researchers wanting to test new technologies (for racing and/or civilian purposes) for extended periods of time will have the means to do so.

Kill it with fire!

My gf had an 83 accord when we met. I swear there were 100 1/4in vacuum lines going hither and yon through the engine bay.

China. They LOVE Buick in China.

I've driven with so many of these people, especially other pilots. You'd think as a general rule pilots would really get into the technical aspects of cars, I know I do. Nope. Blathering idiots who are extremely confident in their knowledge, or lack of.

It has 2.

That story made me laugh! Especially the last bit.

$400,000. I'm about $395,000 short right now.

At first I balked at the price, but then I thought about it. If Ford is really trying to be a Ferrari-Killer again, they need the exclusivity.

Any idiot with $100k can buy a Viper or a Z06. This is some next level shit, at this price.

It better perform accordingly, though.

I had a 1986 Ford Escort.

I think that place is called Kitchenette. It's where servers go to bitch about customers behind their backs, according to... A YELP REVIEW.

And, on that infamous evening in New England, as the snow banks stood massive and the tears of hipsters everywhere fell as they watched the power they had habituated to receiving from whipping out their iDevices and typing furiously upon their single star...

Pork Wine. The OTHER white wine.