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I had a 1998 Buick Regal GS (man I miss that car) that had the traction control button right in the middle of the center console, after a trip to Mohegan Sun Casino in CT with my wife we were on the highway and she asked me what the “Trac” button did and what would happen if she pressed it. I told her its the traction

I do the same thing. I feel like it cuts the amount of shock loading on suspension wear components.

One I learned from my grandfather which is invaluable since I street-park my cars in New York City: the very first thing I do whenever I get a new car is to grab a towel and a ball peen hammer. I fold the towel up a few times, hold it over the driver’s side fender just behind the wheel well, and give it a nice solid

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This guy’s obviously not local. Everyone knows was Rainer that’s made from sustainably-hunted free-range Northwest Artesians.

I have a clip on BMW grille/badge on my OG Sorento so people think I drive a X5.

This, seems like corporate is twisting the franchisee to do something about this. I guess if Domino’s was serious about what happens to these cars when they get wrecked, but not seriously enough, they should either buy back the remains from the insurance company or start to self insure in some way to keep these in the

Not a road trip, but when I was 6 or 7 I was at the fair with my parents, dad and I went off to the men’s room because dad had to go, and it was one of those restrooms where the urinal was just a long trough vs individual urinals... There’s like 5 or 6 men and like 3 kids standing there, I’m on the end, my dad’s next

I lived in Medellin, Colombia for a year and half as a teacher in the early 2000's. Where as now you see foreigners all over Medellin, back then I often felt like I was the only one. The government was battling the guerrilla groups hard then and travel by road was usually a bad idea. Me being an invincible 20

I was an impatient fool, fresh off the plane, drunk on Turkish coffee, and unaccustomed to seeing snow. I didn’t want to wait for a taxi at the official taxi line at my hotel, so I waved down a taxi off the street.

What fucking chair is this sleepy asshole looking for that’s $5,000 plus?

I don’t know. This seems completely out of character for these women. They’ve always seemed more like train wrecks than they do ship wrecks.

Always the solution to anybody’s problem.

Dog training is hard and it takes a lot of work and you can really piss people off if you live in the city and don’t have the time to do it well. This is the reason I don’t have a dog yet, though I want one terribly. It’s also the reason that so many dog owners infuriate me. Like, you think I don’t want to go down to

I was anti-bumper sticker before, but now, hmm....I think I may just have to get this one custom made.

To quote Elzar: “That’s what rich people eat: the garbage parts of the food!”

Looks like a Toyota Venza:

And EVEN IF IT WAS only drug addicts and promiscuous gay people getting HIV, it still shouldn’t be anybody’s place to judge or withhold treatment anyway.

I am a boring middle aged librarian. I worked mostly with other boring middle aged librarians in a downtown public library branch with a sizeable homeless population. One day, an argument erupted over a seat in the reading room, and one patron stabbed another. A boring middle aged librarian saved the man’s life by

Bolero. It was definitely bolero blaring from the dusty boombox. And the walking tufts of body hair on plastic folding chairs encircling the makeshift stage were definitely smoking menthols.