Donnie’s just running up the score at this point.  

You say that Subarus are antiquated, dated and have bad infotainment? There’s a very popular solution for that around here: buy an old one. With a 2000 Outback, you will have no problem with the CVT or touchscreen lag, and I will challenge you to complain about a 23-year-old car that has the technology of a 25-year-old…

As the feral folx say:

Next up on Well Ordered Militia: if you see a car with its high-beams on, should you preemptively shoot at in in case it’s a gang member initiation?

Welcome back! Thank you for the rant, it’s nice to know I’m not the only one.  That was some serious vitriol, better have a big slug of water after that.

...and Matthew Perry.

...the NB Miata is actually more aerodynamic with its flush-lensed lamps than the earlier car, despite being a bit fatter through the hips.

Adding 6.6% to the stroke is going to increase piston speed 14%, I would guess that if they’re lucky with materials they can get away with it without reducing redline.

No abortions means legally mandated grandchildren, and it raises the chance that one of your daughters marries into the family that owns the local auto dealership group.

A couple favorites:

Or just get a Toyota Solara convertible, I think they sold the 5MT version in the US and it has actual back seats. I think there’s even a factory bolt-on supercharger for the V6.

And Cory Doctrow already wrote what happens next:

If you speak Danish and can catch him between farm chores, you can ask him yourself.

+1

Hoping that AG James makes very educational examples of Ms. Habba and her client.

Nothing says “racecar” like inadvertently ripping out a lighting circuit while stepping into the footwell.

Funny how these things are. Was visiting a friend in a nowhere part of Denmark and he said, “Want to see some cool old cars? My neighbor has a barn full of them!”

Now I’m curious what kind of deals you’d find around Scunthorpe.

YAY NEW SNARK!
It’s a shame this got buried on the site, it’s a gem.

And then there’s the doorbells...