My Outback is slow, doesn’t particularly whip very hard, and isn’t great on mileage. It’s still the best car I’ve ever owned, and I’ve had a few decent ones. A C6Z, a Suburban, Accord, square body Pathfinder, Mazdaspeed 6.

I’m pro paying for bread, but don’t bring some hacked up baguette you got from Aramark or Sysco, if I’m paying 10 dollars that bitch better be made fresh in house or at an artisinal baker daily, and there better be some expensive ass European or Amish golden yellow perfectly salted butter, or compound butter that…

Anti-turbo lag system? I think it should be anti-lag turbo system. 

>normal, conserve, excite, slippery and deep

Had a college gf with one, drove like cat turds on a hot griddle. 

Put CrossClimates on my wifes commuter sedan and they boss through Midwestern snow and spring rain with just FWD. Got a Buy 3 get one free deal on them from Costco so they weren’t even 200/tire after installation and disposal fees including TPMS overage.

The most casual 400kph I’ve ever seen. The cars in the slow lane must have been like, wtf was that streak and shout next to me. 

People don’t respect the double tap these days. 

As a robust beard possesor, the soft scramble is out for me. I just end up with a ton of shit in my moustache.

I peaced out of engineering and use my quant skills in Consulting/Finance. I choose the dark side. I now make more money that I ever would have as a line engineer, and probably more than I would have as a senior manager with a PE. And I do way less work. At this point all I do is push paper and do sales work.

If you value things over place, it makes sense. In my experience, every solid engineering student at U of I’s top ranked Engineering school chose Chicago, the coasts, Texas, Atlanta or Denver. They were picking from Boeing, Raytheon, Honeywell, GE, JPL etc.

I get why Rivian wants engineers back in factory, but Bloomington-Normal IL is an absolutely garbage place to live.

The cheater is the villain and I hope he cooks her in court.

I starting to have a feeling that this show doesn’t take safety very seriously. 

My HS friends bugeye WRX with full H6 swap from an Outback or Legacy if I remember correctly. Blown, made like 450 to the wheels, was on a diamond hard TEIN coilover set with rubber band 18's. The ultimate exotic slayer in the streets but even to my supple 17 year old spine it was punishing. I thought I was gonna piss…

The kinda girls I was into weren’t into cars. Goths, hippie crystals girls, scene/emo, and alt-punks. They were more impressed by my fixie bike and bed that wasn’t just a mattress on the floor. 

I had a C6 Z06 when I was in my 20s. Never advertised it on dating apps because I didn’t want girls to know I was really a Hawaiian shirt boomer with a intermittently useful penis.

Seems like pretty clear loss of control by race stewards. Can’t blame the cyclists, and I doubt an ambulance just gunned it on track without a clear go ahead from a race official. 

Ol man boobs can’t even hold a gun properly. Needs about 100 hours and 10,000 rds of training. 

You can’t buy taste, you have to cultivate it. No different than a garage full of hot rods vs a garage full of vintage Hispano-Suizas.