I am no physicist, but no matter how shiny and reflective the surface is, the heat caused by hitting the atmosphere (all that air stuff it runs into) isn't simply negated by strapping a mirror to the pod's ass. Considering they moved away from the black ceramic bricks we have grown acostomed to seeing on the space…

I felt bad for for just that reason. I was haunched over, in agony, trying to shift as little as possible in my little naturally aspirated shitbox, while driving through the hills. I can't imagine what he felt on his trip back to the start.

I argue that, while less fun than the R8 V10 Plus, it will be a ton more fun than an A8 TDI.

The officer was really the only person I saw on the roads at that hour...and he was driving an unmarked Ford Escape (yes...an Escape). At around 3am, 60 or so miles north of Pittsburgh, PA, near the Ohio border, things are kinda quiet around here. I was a bigger danger to myself and cows than any sleeping humans.

One day, while at work, my appendix decided it wasn't going to like me any more. For a few days prior, I had a sore gut which I thought was just another odd stomach ache/poop in the making. Nope...nope nope nope nope.

I don't disagree with you. I actually agree...but my argument was a separate matter. This being the owner puts it all on his head. My statement really highlights the overwhelming need to be politically correct and serious in an overly sensitive society that looks for the smallest of things to flip shit about.

I know. Shit sucks. I just know the reality is that I would be shitcanned if I pulled this stunt in front establishment which employed me.

If I needed my car fixed and happened across this street view image while locating a mechanic I would like to think I would choose this mechanic shop because of said street view image. But, in reality I dont think I could. I want my car fixed...not a mechanic that may snag my airbag for use in a potentially deadly…

A guy about 5 ahead of me froze up at the door. It was our first jump. I think he made it eventually but he did get knocked back to the start of the program.

I don't like going through my wife's purse without her knowing. I could if I wanted...but I have this mentality that if I feel the need to snoop through her shit, I should be doing something a bit more proactive to get rid of that feeling.

Not quite that far along. According to this fancy conception calculator, my parents were bumping uglies sometime in late March of 1987.

When I was 15, I was a bad kid. I often stole my mother's 1994 Chevy Cavalier and took it for late night drives. On one of these nights, I was driving like it was a racecar and I was attacking every corner and twisty road I could find. On a downhill, right to left transition I lost the ass of the car. It decided that,…

Am I any less of a man in saying that having this and a Jeep Renegade would be fun? I like this thing. I like the jeep thing. Normally I would be the first one saying things about how much I hate car based jeeps or any new mini (soft spot for the original)...but those two cars are messing with my mind.

And here you had me thinking "Someone found a use for these things?!?!?"

I had a choice. Still married a woman with a BMI above 3.

Thanks for the heads up. Without the explanation I wasn't sure if it was something that happened during the episode, the buying party bitching after the resale about quality, or just horrible choices made in repair/styling choices. As an american who just started really watching the show, I enjoy the show and cars but…

Now you have me curious. What happened with the RX-7? Never saw the episode or heard anything about him and an RX-7.

I was making light of the situation...while highlighting the fact that the headline was poorly written. But hey, if you are fine with it, I guess we all should be fine with it.

The performance would have been much more interesting if the poorly worded headline was truly what was happening.