If you’re on fire, take my extinguisher. I know where others are and will fetch a few more, and come running toward the smoke.
If you’re on fire, take my extinguisher. I know where others are and will fetch a few more, and come running toward the smoke.
At least the paint didn’t get ruined.
I put snow tires on my Mustang when it was my only car and I was still delivering pizzas.
Regular snow, sure. Try climbing an icy hill without AWD or 4x4. Last week in Portland, OR it snowed like a half inch, then melted and re-froze. The only way we got around was a Land Rover Discover II with studded tires (once you get over the initial butt clench it’s actually quite fun).
Why are some men such pussies? If he wants the car, who is she to say he can’t have it? I can see if it negatively effected their finances to where they couldn’t pay bills, but if not why let her tell you how to run your life? I have been married 14 years now, my wife doesn’t know what car I get until I bring it home.…
My dad’s friend bought a car his wife didn’t want him to have, so he asked my dad if he could store it at our house. In 2000 he bought a 1986 635csi in mint condition with only 25k miles on it.
I used to pick up our Christmas tree with my 3 series. If you laid the seats down in the back, you could get a ~6 foot tree to fit completely inside the car. Of course the whole car would smell like pine tree for a few weeks. But, that was actually an added bonus.
I moved an entire house worth of stuff across town in my BMW wagon. It took like 20 trips but I managed it. Why didn’t I rent a U-Haul? Because those suck to drive and I was horribly unprepared for moving, having literally nothing packed up the day of the move. Thankfully almost all of my furniture is from IKEA so it…
I drove my friends BMW and used the turn signals.
I autocrossed a 1988 Bronco. Still dunno why they let me go out there, but you haven’t experienced terror until you’ve bombed into a corner with loose steering, mud tires, and a high center of gravity.
When I was in high school I loaded 15 cheerleaders into our 8 passenger van so I could drive them to the game. Not really abusing the van, it’s just an excuse to tell this story to everyone.
I’d share, but I’d never be allowed to rent a car again...