Derwin employee 1: How can we make a decade-old Italian supercar less reliable?

I’d like to add that when the 787B won Le Mans, it did so because it was the most reliable car on the track — not necessarily because it was faster than the competition. Good luck to these folks.

“Maybe I won’t hate seeing these ads so much anymore knowing the personal torment each individual on screen is silently suffering.”

I don’t think you get it.

I love the shit out of their fake cheese.

“What two of the world’s top drivers were doing at a Taco Bell is unclear.”

“What two of the world’s top drivers were doing at a Taco Bell is unclear”

I dare you to try driving under 80mph while listening to “Cochise.” Can’t be done.

In my contract engineering work, I agree wholeheartedly. In my constantly-evolving-project-car work, this feels like a personal attack.

Congratulations, Mr. Jerry Harding, Mr. I hoon, therefore I am, and Mr. Hiviz, on shared COTD! I would like to gift you with a Mazda which this lovely lady will deliver as soon as she finishes her to do list.

You gotta learn to drive with the fear. And there ain’t nothing more god damned frightening than driving with a live falcon in the car, Ricky Bobby.

Well, more of a rounded triangle ...

I was really try to be nice and objective but once I saw the interior, same thing. I just zipped down to vote crack pipe.

Do you see now? Do you see the light?

Keep in mind that you have a legal obligation to mitigate your own damages. Taking a picture to document that you intentionally parked in a way that would make it difficult for another driver to exit their parking space likely wouldn’t help you as much as you think it would.

Cool way to get your car hit by an already bad or old driver.

Congrats Ash! And for that, I give you this sexy woman with a Nissan Leaf...

That this is not universally hated across the US makes me think our great country is on the downward slope as a society.

I enjoyed the COTD, but the Shareef don’t like it.

Wrong assessment. He shouldn’t have gone whipping as fast as he thought possible (that is, faster than he could safely judge the road). By the time he started thinking about ‘oh what do I do now’ he was already committed to going too fast into too tight of a corner. That is, he was fucked. The unfixable mistake was…