Guy Fieri angel: And then drive the truck to Flavortown.

As a twice former owner of Frontiers, agree whole heartedly. And crack pipe.

I can buy a regular GT for less, mod it for more power with the savings, and slide into the curb at a Cars & Coffee just as efficiently.

This $4500 Subaru WRX and $10,500 worth of rally parts.

That should be in the sales literature for Jeep, who doesn’t want some of that milf action?

Our Subaru dealer keeps 4-5 Wrangler Unlimited Sahara editions on the lot. “Catnip for the soccer mom set.”

Either of these two stories is worth more than a 1980 Pontiac, no matter its condition.

I’d rather go to that museum than any other. Everyone expects a museum full of awesome cars. Shitty cars? That’s rare. And shitty cars is where our memories lie, unless your father is sultan or sheikh or some shit.

I can imagine two instances where this would be a NP:

This just occurred to me: isn’t it ironic that Raymond got hung up on airline crash safety, and yet he was content to take on a riskier alternative (driving cross country in an old car)?

The car is also off center in that shot... totally causing my composition ocd to go crazy

Thank you.

thats hilarious, we called it red butt in kentucky, presumably because your cheeks would be red after taking a few direct hits with the tennis ball.

Had you shown your work you’d probably get half credit bit, as it is , you probably copied the answer from little Jimmy.

Actually, hold on:

Same in ATL in the early nineties

Wallball in Miami.

yea we called it buns up, we always aimed for the lower back.

Buttball where I grew up

On the west coast we called that game “butts up”