Heater delete, too.

Did a bunch of field work up in Seminole, TX, some years back. Mennonite hotbed. Dry county (fortunately New Mexico was just up the highway).

Always bet on black, baby.

Tell that to Daniel Craig.

Like the British police of old, they don’t carry handguns.

“Hey, I gotta take a piss! I drank a lot of beer!”

“Speed, huh?”

And those airline nip bottles are generally provided to the airline at no cost, for promotional purposes. Get the name in front of the public. ALL PROFIT for the airline.

And those airline nip bottles are generally provided to the airline at no cost, for promotional purposes. Get the name in front of the public. ALL PROFIT for the airline.

I wonder if they could install hatches in the main cabin that would allow them to banish unruly passengers to the baggage hold. Restrained somehow, though, or they’ll be going through my luggage.

Wedge-like longroof, 4WD, mid-80s Tercel, Breaking Bad heritage. Science, bitches.

The fact that the inquiring person has no wrenching abilities, this is kind of problematic, but if you want a wedge, TR-7 is the wedgiest! God, that front bumper.

I don’t know, man. Seems like every time Emslie puts up a NPOND that someone has done any kind of motor swap as you suggest, it get at least 70% ND. “Don’t buy someone else’s project!”

So, is Mercedes now competing with Tracy and Torch in the Silliest Suggestion derby on these posts? Tracy’s was pretty normal this time.

I had a 68 Javelin that I really loved, but man what an aggregate of parts from Big Three parts bins. I don’t think the Hornet was especially awful, but I think just about all 70s cars were crap.

Will probably be as shitty as the AMC Hornet. Maybe they can have a Hellcat-equipped version, they can call it the Murder Hornet.

With regards to the Pajero’s air freshener:

Wayne Carini and Roger got a 1930s Packard limousine that was FDRs when he was governor (belonged to the state) up and running. Cuomo drove it on to cut the ribbon on some bridge in NYC. Much cooler car than a 1968 GTO.

A factory of sadness.