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Le frenchy of the North
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Meanwhile, we europeans are still scratching our head over this site’s obsession with manual, diesel wagons. It’s like if I said to my friends: “while in the US, i drove the tail of the dragon/laguna seca/whatever, in a... wait for it... a four-door F150! the one with the turbo V6! and, guess what, it even came with a

“Yamaharambe” opportunity missed.

more like Iso Revolting amirite folks? guys?

Ahem

Yeah, let’s blame it on those pesky millenials! Let’s not blame it on a range of motorcycles where the lightest weighs as much as the Death Star, the cheapest is still fucking expensive, the most powerful couldn’t pull the dick off a chocolate mouse, the most sporty has the dynamic prowess of a bag of shot badgers and

Neutral: Would You Buy A New Harley If You Had The Money?

ah, Quebec. Twice the attitude of France and 1/2 the culture.

Future Jalopnik-Amazon Post blog post:

The back seat is spacious enough to comfortably fit an entire standard-size J-pop idol unit.

Ruptured testicles is about the worst thing that could happen to any man, let alone a 13 year old boy who can barely get through the word “testicles” without laughing.

Amateur! David Tracy once got six adult male bears into a Jeep!

Well this discussion derailed quickly

No one ever trains for these situations.

Thanks for the post, Andrew. In all seriousness, I’m just glad it didn’t turn out worse than it did. It’s a great reminder that, no matter what silliness we are up to with our cars, safety should always be the first thought. Fire extinguishers, safety googles, etc... should always be the first investment!
PS-the car

I resent the comment about the Mustang. I can fit plenty in my 2017 GT’s trunk!

That’s what happens when someone forgets to lock the dieselgate.

Look closer...

I don’t know the deceased or his pals, but the most appropriate way to honor my interest in cars would be to part me out.

What a bunch of gosh durn hozers, I hope the mounties give them something to cry aboot.

Be nice if we could go a week without some limp-dicked shithead who never got enough hugs trying to ruin - or end - the lives of others.