My C7 Z06 is torquey enough to “find” 7th quite often. GM “skipshift” jumps you from 1st to 4th if you’re lite-footin’. So, even rowing thru the gears from there, lands you in 7th after just four shifts. Reward?

Nobody’s stopping you from leaving, Chief.

I guess none of you ChickFilA-hating, oh-so-suave-and-deboner progressive sophisticates has heard about the new, late-nite gabfest heading your uncompromising, know-it-all way.

The Electronic Warfare Officer on my B-52 crew, like most EWs, marched to a drummer not of this World. He bored holes in all his cards and riveted a keychain’s stainless loop to his wallet.

pcr, I’m certain Komrade David Hogg knows. You can help him demonize Sinclair, bully it’s executives, then organize the boycott against it’s stations. When adults tire and call out this bush-league SDS imitation, you can whine with him about grownups picking on him—he’s just a kid!

Don’t they have telemarketers for Oregon’s (best kept) secret business, assisted suicide?

specfox: May I come down to the _______where you work and “screw with you” and the other “bad people” working there? I get “annoyed and frustrated” by the “bad job” that’s done there, too. I’ve been searching for a clever but passive way to make the people there even more miserable.

You’re so right, Peter. Those two cops awoke that morning and each arrived with the same plan—independently and decisively—to execute somebody that day. You really believe that?

I agree, eightfigga. The whole scenario seems precipitated by his ‘breaking into cars’ then running through backyards and hopping fences—in his own neighborhood—’til he got home. The 2 cops appear arround the same time, nervous as hell, mistake a cell phone for a weapon and too quickly (IMO) blast away.

Huh? Are you a journalist or a propagandist, Mademoiselle Monique? Objectivity? (Sorry, not here. You and theRoot have an agenda to press.)

Good point. You’ve got to love these products to stay with them, year after year as they drop 40% then 20, then another 30 or so until they’re valueless within about 3 years. If you can start this cycle in year two or three, you’ve done fairly well for yourself. However, these guys are producing some of the coolest…

Well, nice oversimplification, comrade. If you had a grasp of real history (instead of the “Civics” you were taught, you’d realize we who fought it didn’t lose the war. That honor belonged to liberal apologists, Useful Idiots, and a pervasive libtard MSM which created a confused zeitgeist ripe with quitters, whiners…

Well, well—hung up on male genitalia, dkfree2? Don’t worry, even a queer snowflake like you could possibly enlist in our dynamic professional military. Don’t be scared, they’ll teach you how to be a real man, and just think of all the penises you’ll be around 24/7, dkfree2.

“MORANS”? Really Ronin? Does this stupid Comment Malfunction make you an illiterate half-wit or just a lazy SOB who doesn’t check his work or know how Spell Check works? We think you are a perverted weirdo who screwed up on purpose just to get more replies.

And you are a rude nobody, Gella. Check yourself before name-calling. FYI you’ll last longer that way.

Asscat,  you’re not an articulate, interesting communicator.  Guessing you’re not a Rhodes Scholar, rocket scientist or jet pilot. Maybe Mickey D night mgr or facsimile jockstrap of your hero, LeBron. Are you an oil-changer at Quik Lube?

Interesting article, but a better exposition would detail how people misuse fog and/or driving lights. This dysfunction is not only annoying, but also dangerous in many instances. After that, a story about turn signals and their alternatives such as hand signals and the brilliant mechanical folding arm could be…

Quite true, however; horses charge more per hour than do dogs (who’ll work for minimum wage.) and they eat alot more of more expensive food. They also can’t be trained for property and personal protection duties.

FYI, many bells, mini horses do not miniaturely evacuate their ample bowels. Also, have you heard the phrase, “...piss like a racehorse”? Mini horses’ bladders, though not up to racehorse standards, are quite commodius and  rigorously exercised—which they do with gleeful frequency.

Hey, von Impotent, we Boomers are hanging in there just to piss off you unfortunate, basement-dwelling losers. You’re a bunch of impudent little pricks for a demographic so thoroughly unremarkable as to be nearly invisible.