“But then you realize that the front windshield actually recedes up into the roof”

3rd Gear:

When my CJ’s rear dif seized up, thankfully while driving on concrete, I had to winch it onto a trailer. I had a friend who’s slightly larger than me crank on a comealong ratchet from the front of the trailer, while I balanced the rear axle on a rolling jack like that one and shoved the rear end along. Moving that…

McParland: Consumer Reports boring-mobile

AKA “Still trying to make quota at 5:23 on Friday”

“That’s disappointing, Jalopnik planned to bid for Lamborghini. Jason Torchinsky had some interesting and ambitious plans.”

Anybody else a little mystified that Jason, professional internet dipshit, is so knowledgable of spacecraft design? Somewhere there’s a world with rocket scientist Dr Torchinsky, and that world’s NASA is way better than ours.

Yeah yeah, and you had to walk to school fifteen miles in the snow uphill both ways.

So nobody wants to shop at dealerships, and nobody wants to work at dealerships. It amazes me that a new car can even sell in America.

Is it just me, or does it seem a little... wasteful? to have tons of glowing shit all over an electric car.

I once again find myself asking the question, “How the hell did people function before GPS could tell them where to go?”

What sort of “favors” does Jason have to perform to get to drive all these cars?

Obligatory “The goggles! They do nothing!” joke.

Those F-89 Scorpions are beautiful planes, real Roger Ramjet starfighters. It’s a pity straight edges and tip-mounted pods are terrible aero, they sure look like they mean business.

Behold the man who redoubles his effort while losing sight of his goal.

The fact that there’s more than one edition of this book is both impressive and terrifying.

“I also prefer dark-colored underwear. Takes the pressure off.“

“Tough love builds character.”

To be fair, Wyoming is less that 600,000 people. Staffing a government is hard (why do they even need a congress of 90 people?), if you grabbed enough people at random from Wyoming you’d end up with quite a few dolts and dickbags.

Staring Paul Winfield, Pan Grier, and Fred Williamson.