Mine stems from my mom and is more about when I learned to drive stick.
Mine stems from my mom and is more about when I learned to drive stick.
The issue, he said, is that the tech quite likely “classified her as something other than a stationary object.”
Neutral: Only if I get to put the giant coin in and push the button.
On a dark New Brunswick Highway, cool wind in my hair.
Warm smell of poutine, rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night.
Mercedes-Benz, The Best or NOXing.
Worthless as it most definitely has severe title issues.
I have a similar alcohol story. I had just gotten my brand new 17 GTI, had it for less than a week and took it up to Maine for a little weekend camping trip with wifey. We live going to breweries and I absolutely love Seadog. We stopped and got two growlers of Seadog blueberry and raspberry. Left em in the car over…
I live my life a Kessel Run at a time. Nothing else matters: not the Hutts, not the Falcon, not Chewy and all his bullshit. For those 12 parsecs or less, I’m free.
“Do you expect me to cave to your pressure?”
That’s actually a re-bodied Golf.
These are the guys math problems warned us about...
Toucher & Rich?
This is an awful lot like training an elephant to dance the ballet. As it pirouettes and jetes around the stage you are flabbergasted by its elephantine grace and the ponderous way it sails through the air. Never mind that it is an elephant. It is dancing.
I made so much money selling press kits on eBay, I wanted to treat myself to an E30 M3.
Moped clubs also look exactly like these guys.