But I don’t want to let you know.

Hey, at least it looks like a Jaguar.

I remember when Jags looked like this:

I did already. Remember when you replied about it?

He used to live in Harker Heights and El Paso, but no more. Ft. Hood area is actually where he got the LS1 6-speed Jag.

That left my statement’s context behind faster than a GT3 RS.

Yeah I agree with the country drive. That guy looked like he was having a lot of fun, but listening to that trans shifting so effortlessly and instantly as it was, I thought to myself “damn, that would get boring quick” on that road. And this is a 500hp, 8,800rpm 911 we’re talking about.

Considering my brother has owned 2 V8-swapped series IIIs for less than half that price, and even the mint one with an LS1 and a T56 six speed in it only cost about $5,000, I’m gonna go crackpipe, but that’s a begrudging one, because it’s a damn beautiful car.

I feel like it’s just trendy to hate “A Million Ways to Die in the West” these days. That movie is nonstop hilarious. There are a lot of unfunny comedies out there, but that absolutely isn’t one of them.

Well in my experience the seat motors never fail, just to use your example. My 295,000 mile E34 uses nearly identical motors as that L7 and every one of them still works after being used 3.5x as long as that L7. And aside from the window regulators, damn near everything on the car is up to that very high standard.…

Wait, are you saying the BMW would be much less reliable? This particular model is pretty much bulletproof.

There is a shockingly large body of people who have no idea what the words “meat” or “vegetarian” mean. Some examples from people I know or have met who otherwise seem of normal to high intelligence:

Well damn that was informative.

Jesus, I love flying but that would probably put me off flying forever.

Reminds me of a friend’s “Dogfood injection” we discovered when turbocharging his car. We opened the airbox to discover the dirty side of it 3/4 full of dog food, hoarded away by a mouse that had been living in it that winter. It had systematically stolen about five pounds of dog food, climbed up into the airbox…

I don’t know how to say this, so here goes: I wasn’t attempting to offend you.

I was commenting on a vocal similarity while conjuring the fantastic image of Mickey goading you to get on your feet and buy a pickup truck.

It was the second most powerful American car you could buy at the time, so yes.

They must have thought the Hell’s Angels are just misunderstood funtime hooligans with secret hearts of gold like a bit part in a 1980s sitcom.

That’s the worst acting I’ve ever seen, and the dude didn’t even speak.