Um, Jacques Villeneuve ring a bell? 1995 IndyCar World Series Champion, 1996 F1 Runner-up, 1997 F1 Champion? Just a tinkle?
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“Before we get to your car questions,” my former next door neighbor, Terrance, said, “I need to tell you both…
It was a brilliant parody of weak sequels, just like 21 Jump Street was a brilliant parody of unnecessary reboots.
Barnacle find.
Musings and drivel incoming:
I also don’t understand why I never get bored of Singer photos. I follow them on IG and it’s basically the same photos over and over, but somehow it’s always amazing.
“Keep your eyes on the road you distracted son of a bitch.”
In 2006, my wife and I were looking for a daily driver to replace a 2000 Kia Sephia. We were a “new” family. Our son (our only child), had just been born. The Sephia, while dependable for most of it’s life, had reached the point that I was concerned about long trips with the baby. The AC had quit working. The car was…
My friend argued that this is actually a middle finger and not a thumb’s up, which would make slightly more sense in the scene, and ever since I’ve enjoyed it a lot more.
Eh? I pretty much agree, but he was in Edmonton, Canada, not NYC. There’s a huge difference there. The beer’s way cheaper and there’s a lot less public transportation that doesn’t involve moose power.
I found her CDL Instructor.....
It’s a motorcycle. It’s supposed to kill you.
YOU GO TO HELL! YOU GO TO HELL AND YOU DIE
Can confirm, saw a Singer at Cars & Coffee. It was drop dead gorgeous. The smell. Oh the smell was glorious. It smelled of rich mahogany and leather-bound books
Pilots who pull this kind of stuff off should be given promotions/bonuses. I know it’s their job, and they’re supposed to be able to do these things regardless, but mediocrity is so consistently a theme in our society these days, that this kind of professional skill deserves praise and commendation.
Who wants to bet on http://hasmaldonadocrashedtoday.com/ recording a crash today?
Yeah, get your shit together, Canada. This isn’t hockey where you can pelt babies with beer cans willy-nilly. This is baseball! Where we pelt grown men for flipping pieces of wood.
This one isn't in the good old US of A, but I'm posting it anyway.