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I didn’t get a chance to submit before, but mine is a more recent one, and it’s more about what I witnessed, rather than anything I experienced in the car myself. I live in one town, and work in another town about 25 miles away, so I commute on a four-lane highway everyday. I was on my way home, in the outside lane,

Oh, that’s pretty

First, this was not my car, but I was present. When I was a teenager, I got together with a bunch of people for a weekend at a friend’s place for his birthday. One of the people there needed to get back home at a certain time on that Sunday morning, and for reasons I still don’t understand, we all piled into the car

I’d love to do this, because I love being barefoot, but I can’t. An injury from a car wreck left me with almost no cartilage in my left ankle. I’ll eventually need ankle fusion or ankle replacement surgery.

Neutral: Cost, lack of infrastructure in my area for charging, and I don’t really need to get rid of my current daily driver, a 2013 Focus which gets 38-40 mpg. For now, it just doesn’t make sense for me.

Why do I feel that Volkswagen is banking on people reading the beginning of the I.D. badge as meaning “isn’t diesel”?

Damn, David, that’s one of the best things I’ve read in a long, long time. It got me choked up thinking about my dad working on his old ‘63 Ford pickup when I was in middle school. Thank you for this.

That was brilliant

My brother has always been more into restoration projects and racing than I have. I’ve never had the time or space for anything more than a daily driver, sadly, but I still enjoy reading and hearing about all of it.

Oh, that’s a pretty car. Though, in my case, there is a bit of nostalgia involved. My oldest brother bought a 1969 Firebird off of one of our uncles. It was similar to this, in that there was some restomodding that went on, mainly because the ‘Bird was sitting in a barn for decades. It had the original 5.3 L V8 that

I agree with all the points in this article, but I sadly have a very valid reason not to do some fairly common cardio exercises. A few years ago, I was in a car wreck. In that wreck, my left ankle was dislocated, my left fibula and both malleolus bones were broken, both inferior tibiofibular ligaments were basically

Honestly, if you are a fan, wear the clothes, whether you own the car or not. Just don’t be a dick about it, and don’t use the clothes as an excuse to talk someone’s ear off about said card. If I see someone wearing a Mustang shirt, and I say “nice shirt”, it’s because I like the shirt. I don’t need to hear every

2004 Chrysler PT Cruiser Touring Edition with a sunroof. I needed a car, and that was the best used one in the area in our price range. My wife was driving a 2001 Ford Taurus at the time, and when I went back to school to finish my degree, we ended up swapping cars because her Taurus got better gas mileage than the PT

I actually have 2 Tempo stories. Granted, both were Gen 1, so it doesn’t quite fit the article, but I feel it fits. I’m the youngest of 5 kids, and both of my parents worked. When driving age/high school came around (for me, in the early-mid 90's), Mom and Dad had to find cheap, used cars for all of us kids. By this

Trepidatious.

My only problem with this is I can’t run, due to a left ankle with zero cartilage left, held together by a metal plate and 11 screws. Well, I can run, but after about 10 steps, the pain is excruciating.

The main thing I’m reading into this is that the characters in the footage are Ayo and Okoye. In the comics, Ayo is with Aneka. By saying that Ayo and Okoye aren’t going to be in a romantic relationship, they could be saying that Okoye is interested, but Ayo is already with Aneka, and Ayo and Okoye move on to be

You have precisely described my commute to and from work, Monday through Friday.

I’m not sure if this will actually count, but here goes: at the time, my now-wife, then-fiancé,were on our way from Central Iowa to North-West Iowa to visit my parents. It was December 26th, and we were going up for both my family’s Christmas and my dad’s birthday (Dec. 27th). A friend of ours followed us up, because

I have a metal plate and screws in my left ankle because of idiot decisions like this.