basic maintenance is the key to eveything...even relationships.. people are dumb. Nothing is bullet proof.

The passive aggressive resetting of radio presets will cause a rift in society if this takes hold. “Eating FRIES in the Focus again, Tom? WELL HERE! NOTHING BUT CHRISTIAN TALK RADIO! And guess what? I’M LEAVING THE SEAT IN THE FORWARD MOST POSITION!”

Funny, the Z06 has ALL of those drawbacks, and it’s selling like hotcakes!

Taco truck is the best answer. I think I’d custom build one to be luxurious and comfortable as a chauffeured portable restaurant. Traffic would be so much more... palatable.

‘Dis bitch would be like my personal Taco dispensary 24/7. I drive to work, Manuel follows me. Friends take a cigarette break? I get a hoisin beef and cabbage taco.

I’d start with a white Countach so I could do cocaine off the wing. That’s what you do with Fuck You Money.

“I love the flareside Tundra by the way!!!” - I can no longer read your articles and give your judgement any credibility :D

I can forgive to dudebro atmosphere. I can't forgive soggy wing skin.

It should have one giant cup holder for the bros gallon jug of water that he carries around all day. That one may be good for protein shakes or steroids.

That sound you hear is hundreds of thousands of CrossFit bro’hemians furiously masturbating to this.

Gotta feel for the guy. He may have been something, if idiotic coaching hadn’t destroyed him.

IF YOU HAVE A PARTIALLY TORN LCL, COACHES MAY MAKE YOU PLAY.

The only thing whiter is leveraging yourself up to your eyeballs with debt for a McMansion

Phantom, Bentley, Maserati, Phantom ... 07 Impala.

Cleveland, Detroit, Buffalo, Pittsburgh, Cincinnati, Baltimore, and, kind of, Milwaukee.

I’m going to side with Fisker on this. I work in marketing and graphic design, I have a personal aesthetic and I apply it at the places I’m employed - it’s part of the reason they hire me in the first place. I also freelance, and when people look at my portfolio, they are choosing me because of my design aesthetic. My…

Every time you masturbate, a GT-R punches a Mexican baby in the face.

The GT-R doesn’t accelerate forward so much as it grips the earth with its claw-like traction and spins the earth backwards in the other direction.

Exactly. I’m a bit lost on how exactly a single seater hyper car (rolling chassis) concept is the poster for the future of autonomous family hauling. There are a few steps in the logic there that aren’t quite clicking for me.