This looks about as much like a Polaris Slingshot as a Ducati Panigale V4R looks like a Harley Davison Road King.

I always want to ask if they do that to a doorbell when the person doesn’t immediately open the front door.

WHY IS THIS A THING!

Ha last time it snowed it was a saturday morning and I was out early, around 7am, so very few people were out. I still counted something like 10 drivers that didn’t even bother to clear there windshields off. They didn’t even turn their wipers on.

An ex had a lock cylinder that was so worn you didn’t even need the key, 87 Firebird. Just jump in and go!

I once called our security/maintenance guys to help me jump start a rental of mine I couldn’t get into, and then realized after I called them that I just had the wrong black Ford Fusion, and that’s why it wouldn’t start.

84 Month @ 10%= 13,807.48 (payment 580)

I went to lunch with a coworker whose husband was a “Garage Queen” C5 owner, and she mentioned it had never seen rain. I uncontrollably snorted in laughter the instant she said it. I almost still feel bad about it, but I don’t, because the car is fucking aluminum and fiberglass. 

I had a riced out 97, intake, exhaust, body kit, wing, wheels, lowered, the whole works. We even painted it sonic blue. I loved the car but once it hit 100k miles it turned to shit. Blew the radiator, hub problems, the drivers door panel fell apart, truck lock froze. We had to do a head gasket on it too around 70k…

I rode in Denver once, no joke. The highway was nuts. 

First one to go 60-80 miles, capable of 55mph and weight under 300 pounds gets mine. 

If Tesla can determine the VIN of this vechile, can they send an update over the air to brick the car? Because they should. 

It drives me crazy, especially when people don’t get the hint that I’m not going to race them. One guy drove right next to me for like 3 miles (on a surface road), no matter how fast I went, even 15 under, he still paced me, and of course he was driving complete shit box of a Mustang 6 cylinder. I eventually turned…

The guy buried his W2's at his old bosses grave after he died and you’re questioning if he is scummy?

The article describes exactly why Kroger self checkout is the worst. I’ve learned the first step to not breaking a Kroger self checkout kiosk with brass knuckles is to mute it. Mostly tolerable after that, infinitely better than dealing with/waiting for a cashier.

I can’t be the only one that thinks these, Grand Am’s, and Grand Prix’s are some of the least appealing cars to come out of the late 90's. Right..? I’ve never gotten it, but these days around here they are exclusively driven by 35-40 year old bro-douche’s that tailgate everyone and live in their parents basements.

Someone should buy it and donk it

EDIT: I’m not trying to be smug. I just like to go on road trips very early in the morning when there are fewer dumbasses around.

I have an ATC110, as an adult. I was riding at a friends property, beating the hell out of it and doing wheelies, came around a fast corner and the headstock broke loose from the frame. Thankfully the supports on the side still mostly held so I didn’t crash, but I ended up replacing the frame with another one. 

Is this even serious? This is even crazier than picking some random price because he was told he had to sell it.