Oh, yeah. That’s how you know it’s Snob City in the South. Those fucking things are EVERYWHERE. I remember thinking, “You know, there’s probably some nice folks living there, but I couldn’t EVER live someplace called ‘Plantation’.”

If they run and drive, they are worth at least 2k each

Here’s the deal with that - the people (mostly men I’m assuming) who want luxurious trucks don’t want a luxury badge because it’s not “manly” enough. So as a result you have $80k high end trim levels on very common half ton pickups which these same people are happy to buy.

“This is why you people get shot.”

Or just call her “That bitch who’s house is on fire”. 

Maybe it really is time we stop giving white people who seek to weaponize the police against Black people cutesy little nicknames like “BBQ Becky” or “Central Park Karen.”

It’s a sports sedan. There is a distinction. I have no use for rear doors.

that’s growth

They’re really not too bad; my dad managed to fix the turbo on my stepmom’s 2003 CLK350 without going to the shop. Her’s had less miles, but I think they payed $6,500 for it. $5,700 for this seems pretty damn fair, and I wouldn’t be afraid to wrench on it.

The important thing is you got here.  Welcome.

I want to feel sympathetic, and at the same time I can confidently say I never would have tried something like this when I was a young man.

Former 2nd gen Talon TSi owner here. Does that put us into the early 2000s douche bag category, or are we spared for not going with an Eclipse? 

I would note that someone with a Jewish mother is 100% Jewish, and that Jews are also an ethnic minority.

Somehow this is both better and worse.

This hurts my soul. As someone with a Fiero and a motorcycle, I'm certain combining them would be less than the sum of the parts. 1+2 =-1

I can’t imagine what Wallace must feel like being the only black man in his sport and time traveling to the 1950s every time he steps foot on the race track.

I do....love it in the winter with a little maple syrup.  It’s also my go to food whenever I’m sick.  Never been much of an oatmeal person.

None of this is race related. It’s all made up by soft people with no spine, a victim complex (Karens), and are attention seeking. Call it husband/ wife. Who cares? No one with working brains. 

Never heard of that movie, but now I must see it! Thanks!

Mechanics: ME