And maybe give her a really pleasant asthma attack.

Dude's first mistake—engaging on the weirdo's terms. She's not going to listen to anything you say.

I love the way the ball rolls around on bumpy roads.

And if the fire reached the fuel cell, we'd refer to it as an Eruption.

Though I'm pretty sure the rich moron was trying for the flag.

Maybe it's not meant to be a flag. Maybe the dude's just a rich moron.

. . . leaving donuts in their parking lot.

I'm going to pull the motor again this weekend or next, but a back injury a while back means I'll use a lift this time. Dang.

The V8's dead when it's 100/0.

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Aaah, Ferrari. You make it too easy! Making jokes about your cars in flames is like stealing candy from children, like shooting fish in a barrel. For a company with such a reputation for awesomeness, you sure don't put a lot of testing into fireproofing.

You had me at drop sides.

"That's Heene. Rhymes with Weenie."

Best thing about the Metro is the incredible simplicity. Something doesn't work, find the wires and check 'em, replace what you find faulty.

CAN-bus control systems in my car. Once that's determined to be the problem, there is NOTHING I can do.

Makes me think of elevators' Door Close button. In Otis elevator, they've never, in the history of the company, been attached to anything, except a light that blinks when you push it.

When the traffic lights do respond, they're responding to the IR strobe. However, very few traffic lights are equipped for this.

It drives me nuts when people are dumb enough to really think flashing their high beams makes a red light turn green.

Yo. Little late but I hope you get this.