Can anyone tell me why the driver on the Commodore 64 box art is dive-bombing Richard Petty? Did that driver hit the wall at top speed and he’s mid-cartwheel in that picture? And it looks like Richard Petty is chasing one of my horrible Pinewood Derby creations.
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Screw you, Chrysler! How do you know what’s within my reach?!
I would have been asking if that was a Pantera, and when he said no, it’s a Bricklin, I’d tell him that he’s wrong. I can tell by the tail lights.
Is there such a thing as “quarter-assing” something? Because this photo doesn’t even rise to the gloried heights of “half-assed”. I mean, this is just awful. Like using some 30-year old film stock that’s been stored in a shed that routinely got over 150 degrees F, putting it in a camera with a filthy lens, and then…
I had never heard of Ted Lasso until I started watching the show. So I went into it with zero expectations, but I will admit that I was absolutely floored with how good it was. I really appreciated the fact that Sudeikis played the character as a three-dimensional human instead of the goofy, SNL-type character that…
It is really rough. At least, that’s how I felt about it. I made it through the whole season, but damn, it felt like I was watching some really bad community theater drama hacks doing some crappy cut-rate Mad Max cosplay. They all chew the scenery like they studied at the Angela Bassett School of Acting. Jason Momoa…
This is pretty much what Auric Goldfinger did with his Rolls. Replace body parts with solid gold replicas, then move the car to a new country where the price of gold is higher, then recover the gold from the car. Wash, rinse, repeat.
I’m confused. Didn’t Lucille Bluth already capsize the Queen Mary when she was trying to escape from the SEC?
Why are mechanics trying to service your wife?!
I know that this will be an unpopular post and I’ll probably get ripped apart, but articles like this, attacking some faceless wealthy person purely because of some seemingly silly and extravagant purchase, seem puerile and mean-spirited. The people who commissioned this vehicle may very well be the most atrocious,…
This ad just gives me nothing but anxiety. For the same reason I don’t like gull wing doors, I can’t stand hatches. I don’t trust large metal objects suspended precariously above my person. I don’t know when the Earth will pass through the tail of a comet giving my car sentience, and I sure as crap don’t want to be…
I’ve never paid much attention to European market vehicles, but this car must have been amazing to drive. I mean, just look at that driver! Arms straight out, locked for high speeds, and the driving gloves for better grip on that steering wheel. This is a man who really, really needs to go pick the kids up at…