So, fewer teens want to drive? As a driver and motorcyclist... I’m fine with this.

The clothes scream hipster not Harley. No leather, no V-twin, and most of those bikes look like Triumph Bonnevilles not Harleys.

It screams trying to be a Royal Enfield. Because it’s in India. Where Royal Enfield is what the cool bikers drove.

Yes, one of these days, he’s gonna meet the wrong trick, and she’s gonna steal his heart.  And then she’s going to steal his eyeballs and kidneys and liver...and she’ll nail his dick to her bedroom wall where she keeps all of her other trophies.

Ah ha! That means that Interstellar explains how Wooderson could keep getting older while the high school girls stayed the same age.

Agreed! I’d love to see all seven of those colors on today’s vehicles. Yes, some crappy colors came out of that era. But each decade has some junk colors. At least the seventies provided some happy colors on cars. Example from the other side of the iron curtain.

Yeah, they’re not exactly my thing stylistically, but I can appreciate the craftsmanship and vibe they’re going for here.

For the price I’d rather have a Mondial.

You can convert a Slingshot to 4 wheels. Kit is ~$13K, still far cheaper than the X-Bow.

It’s pretty stupid that the Slingshot is legal and the X-Bow isn’t.

Plus, that *real wood* dashboard is shaped after the Spitfire’s wings. 

“In Rust We Trust”

I’ve spent a lot of my life as a cyclist. I used to head off on cycling holidays.

Counterpoint: Just scrap F1 all together

Bikes are allowed on roads, they are considered motor vehicles.

Also, if you haven’t ridden a $2000 plus road bike, don’t comment on how useful it is. $2000 isn’t even expensive for a road bike these days.

Funny, I expected a Squid.

I think Trump is disastrous overall for everything. Especially when he says he doesn’t care about trade, just security. 

Snowed yesterday here. I will ride mine my BMW this weekend.

Hey, I left my wallet in El Segundo! It must’ve been back in 1990. Me and two of my buddies drove all the way from Brooklyn on a cross-country road trip in a ‘74 Dodge Dart, and only once we got back home did I realize that I forgot it!