Hunterdon County, NJ between ‘01 and ‘05. One of the wealthiest counties in the country, but some of the sending districts were/are quite rural. Lots of trucks with farm plates and hay bales, one guy had a terrible XJ-6, a buddy had a second-gen Ramcharger with gorgeous magenta velour interior, an indestructible ‘91…
“To that end, each one of these ‘friends’ is immediately identifiable as a persistent asshole.”
“I don’t carry debt. I own everything. I own my buildings. I own my cars. I own this one Canadian tuxedo (which was a CPO) that keeps bringing me excellent returns. That way, if it ends tomorrow, I know what I’ve got.”
“The master cylinders are opaque, so theoretically you should be able to look through the side and see the level of your fluid.”
But the Nick Cave/Warren Ellis OST for Hell or High Water is so GOOD. Gahhh.
This is the kind of blind-eye commentary we need.
Bruh. Does your already exceptionally patient landlord not care about driveway stains?
Can confirm. Test drove a Model X P90D last week and launched it on an unsuspecting passenger. His nausea persisted for two hours.
It may lack the classic woody sides but this Eagle down in TN is pretty sharp and clean.
My most insane road rage story is, regrettably, attributable to my own actions as much as the other party’s. However, it did cause me to swear off blood-red murder visions while behind the wheel from then on.