But why is the only video a shitty muffled dashcam from the interior, and the loudest sound you hear is the car’s screeching brakes?

Boy, am I conflicted. I’m excited about that because I’ve worked with a ton of ASD kids, but then I’ve also visited Florida and can’t envision the proprietor of such an establishment as being anything but an exploitative ass hole. Must. Remain. Positive.

Mine ‘03 has got me to 220,000 miles without issue. Take care of your little Protege, it may be a long term relationship.

Let’s see, eight turbofans...that’s eight compressor sections that will never stop being eroded by low-altitude FOD (including water birds), eight hot section inspections, and all your engines are way up where it’s hardest to do removal and reinstallation.

It’s too bad you can’t loop the slide-whistle with it, too.

Authentic fake hood vents!

Oh! I’ve never owned an Automatic, but I learned on one a long long time ago.

I didn’t understand #1. Do 1970s Bonnevilles have some kind of control that completely disables the car if not put in the “park” position?

Nice clean C-pillar...slowly replacing the ugly work of Laurens van den Acker.

Oh, I see it’s one of those cars that can only drive around in six inches of fog.

Watch the windshield get flatter and flatter.

My Part 147 school has two of these monsters for students to learn on—the unique utility of these novel craft is that there are tons of powerplants in a relatively small space for students to learn inspections, and engine removal and installation. Ours have STCs for APUs (they didn't roll out of the factory that way)…

I always figured it was called “D-Day” so that the pure alliteration would deny anybody any clues as to what it stood for. So General A is overheard talking to General B about “D-day,” and the spy learns nothing except that one day out of the year is more important than some other day for some unknown purpose.

Crossovers are just easier to load a baby into, plain and simple.

Jesus Christ I need this car.

You might need to do 30 mph to make the green light, but the Uber driver in front of you is loitering as hard as he can to get another fare before he drives too far out of down town.

Those LED strips are pretty damn tacky, with or without the catfish resemblance. They look like something a kid put on the car when he was its third owner.

Watch out for my body rolls!

Cars like this are made to be rented on Miami Beach by wannabe ballers. Go there. You’ll understand.

A ton of cop cars is roughly one half of a cop car.