I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for wildly firing a .50 cal machine gun at surrounding buildings and pedestrians from a motorcycle sidecar.
I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for wildly firing a .50 cal machine gun at surrounding buildings and pedestrians from a motorcycle sidecar.
If Martin Lawrence wasn’t wearing a fat suit, it would look like this was filmed right after the last one. Maybe Scientology really does have a fountain of youth.
I don’t see how. My 1500 looked like this
I suppose it’s very 2019 America in many ways, but it’s just so much. I previously owned a Sierra and a Yukon that I really liked. They were both very capable and didn’t look like they were trying so hard.
Before I even selected anything it told me this:
I’d like to hear the Prelude puke story.
I always thought peripheral vision while driving was overrated anyway.
That garbage about Cadillac make sense if you liberally apply your own air quotes:
I love it. Especially the odd assortment of mirrors.
You could be right. But I’ve owned a Mercedes, and Acura and a Lexus. There’s not much beyond the badge in my opinion. Nice dealers though.
I thought the same thing. I’d feel like an idiot spending that kind of money when the Telluride exists.
I really like the interior. And most of the exterior. The price is hilarious to me, but then again I’m up to date on my brand snobbery immunizations, so what do I know.
Does it come with any extra M badges? The current models are sorely lacking.
Peeking in on a meeting between Renault and Nissan executives:
Honda Element only seats 4. So one of your kids has to go. Sorry.
Witness: the car was a real piece of shit. All bashed to hell, barely running, sounded like a paint can full of nails...
I do not like it, Sam I am.
Now that you mention it, Jennifer Grey does look different now. But I can’t figure out what changed. I knows the answer is probably as plain as the nose on my face, but still I don’t knows.
It was the ‘80s. A magical time when cocaine flowed like cheap wine.
Add ‘er all up and it’s kind of a non-story.