I’ve got a fascination with these things from when I was a kid. Couple of years ago, I did some research and built a digital model of the most modern version of the Bell Rocket Belt. Remarkably, no interest in any super bowl unless there is going to be a jet pack demonstration. Here’s the video of my model....

I see your rear engine, front drive cars, and raise you a front engine, front drive, articulated car.

Nothing more annoying than buying a car and finding out that as you were signing the papers, they had the shop monkey put a big obnoxious dealer sticker somewhere on the back...and crooked as well. They don’t do it before the car is sold so you don’t see it and technically, if they do it after signing the papers you…

This photo validates my trolling of ebay for Scirroccos.

Yeah, I get that, but at this point the trope has been so run into the ground that it has lost meaning.

I’m a litigator. Sometimes I’ll do oral argument before the Court and think, “shit, that felt like rambling. I bet I sounded so dumb. I must do better next time.” And then I get the transcript back and I’ve spoken eloquently throughout it. Comparatively, I imagine Palin is like “nailed it” after a speech and then…

They should if the FIA was doing their job and pull their Super License. But, Bernie and co. like nice docile teams that know their place and just make good tv so they let it slide. Just like Maldonado!

I write a bit myself. Attribution is good Kinja.

That picture gives me an E-wreck-tion.

He’s still a pay driver in the conotative sense every other human being in the sport uses, If not in the pedantically literal sense you’ve latched onto.

It’s a little harder when they rely so heavily on their driver for financial support.

I bought my last car in RI and kind of nonchalantly asked/assumed “you don’t put any dealer badges on the back of the cars do you?” fully expecting them to say no...the salesman gave me a surprised look and sheepishly admitted that there was in fact a dealer badge on the back of my brand new car. I said “Ok, let’s…

Still has a better record than Danica.

I hope you’re politically active.

i see these fucking studpid herb chambers stickers everywhere....fuck herb chambers lool

My father was a Cadillac guy. In 1981 he bought what he thought was an Eldorado Biarritz edition. The dealer had basically taken a regular Eldorado and put after market wheels on it, fake badges, and charged him for a Biarritz. This would be the equivalent of, say, Slapping an S on a base model Porsche and painting…

Something that bothers me about all of the coverage of Daniel Holtzclaw is that I haven’t seen and heard enough about the gorgeous human being who brought him to justice: Jannie Ligons. I’ve endured every angle of Holtzclaw’s rage-y, deflated mug, and haven’t heard enough about the first police complaint, the first…