Whenever I think of this car, I think of a young, afro'd, Jeremy Clarkson. I have no idea why...
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When asked about his loyalty to the child, the cat replied "What child? I saw a fucking dog, I acted. Nibbles is looking out for Nibbles."
That's a fair point. Porsches are an element of passion, just in a different, less obvious way. Totally understand what you mean.
Is it just me or does it look....distorted? Like its a reflection of another car in a broken mirror.
As a Texan, I, for one, don't think Texas is as homogenous as everyone else thinks it is.
That's called riding the pine.
Brother you don't have to be an owner to be a Jalopnik :)
Having just seen this movie for the first time ever just a few hours ago this was exactly what popped into my head too. Bravo sir/madam, bravo.
Godamnit, Bob.
This, and only this:
That's why the children sit in the back - so you don't have to. I hear you though. I drive a first gen Tundra with rear suicide doors. The back seasts are abominably terrible for an adult. My 9-year-old and 12-year-old do just fine though.
There... that's more professional.
That font...
The view from the other side of the hotel room.
How can you look bad getting out of a race car? You've raced, that automatically makes you ten times more awesome than the next person.
Welcome to BMW, where the numbers are made up, and the cars don't matter.