True story: When Joanne Woodward wanted to give her husband Paul Newman a Mini for Christmas, they were able to drive it up onto the porch and get it through the double doors into house and into the room with the tree.
True story: When Joanne Woodward wanted to give her husband Paul Newman a Mini for Christmas, they were able to drive it up onto the porch and get it through the double doors into house and into the room with the tree.
It’d be great for frosty nights or expected snow, too. Just pop that thing off and you’ve got a clean windshield.
As a guy that had a 1980 Ford Fiesta as his first new car, this is 100% true. 70hp was never so much fun, nor were 12" tires. My previous used cars weren’t much better: a couple bugs, a clapped out Corona and a thoroughly thrashed Datsun 510 were all pretty light on power.
You know it, man. I’m like an hour from the airport and the last thing I want to do after flying home across the country for 6 hours is get into my gear, strap my roller bag on the back and then ride an hour home. Yuck.
The segment where they were supposedly fighting with the American audience was utterly tedious.
“You. Yes, you.” is say such. Posted above.
If you’re familiar with Star Trek, start thinking “Kobayashi Maru” for how that’s going to turn out for you.
I love that this thing was basically built like farm equipment; designed to be disassembled and maintained over and over and over again.
Is this the Alfa upsell for people having trouble getting into the driveway in an Alfa sedan?
Great. Ensure the incoming president doesn’t know anything. How’s that going to work out for the rest of us?
I was thinking more along the lines of someone that’s just getting started. I started with basically a quarter of my body weight in each hand and then worked up.
I read that photo as “cretastic”.
45 pounds in each hand. Not too hard. If you’d like, start easier, with a reasonably short distance and lighter weight. I was training for a bicycle ride that was pretty ridiculous and “suitcase carry” was a big component. It builds core and legs.
Indeed. Been on either end of that equation. Currently in T-shirts, but if I don’t get back on my bicycle in the near future, I’ll be back in Hawaiian shirts again.
“I know jokes. I know the best jokes. And I know that sarcasm isn’t jokes. Unfair!” -Future Tweet from Fearless Leader
Among my fellow geezer friends, it usually means “I’ve gained enough weight that if I buy a T-shirt to fit, it’s three sizes too big in the shoulders because I’ve got such a gigunda belly”.
I understand. But 100+ in a 45mph zone? I don’t care who you are, or what you do for a living - that’s nearly 60mph over the limit. I got yanked for 22 over in a 55 and almost had to walk to work for 30 days. 60mph would have likely gotten me a lifetime ban.
I’ve already been working on stop the fucking Republicans.
The last thing Donald Trump is going to do is manage to get in between me and my spouse when one of us is sporting That Smile.
We’re on our third E90/92. First one was an 06 330i. Great car. Ate a couple of coils, which were fixed under the CPO warranty. Drove that for a couple years, then bought a 335i because horsepower and the one we found was utterly loaded. Like every possible option on it. Stunning car. It ate a water pump, which…