No, that’s just northern Pennsyltucky talk. 

Nice price. If you get a year out of it as a commuter car, then send it down the line for $3k, you’re on the right end of the deal. Maintenance is going to be a bit spendy, but barring any major failures, it should be fairly straightforward.

This one’s a family favorite.

I live on a 200 acre farm (former dairy farm, now non-operative) in the middle of nowhere, so I realize that I’m coming at this from a different perspective. Here is my different take:

Minor pedantry, but they’re actually supposed to be a little bigger than the indicated waist measurement. They are supposed to fit over someone whose waist measures 34", leaving room for a tucked-in shirt and a little room to breathe.

Not even a little. I kill and process about 3/4 of the meat my family eats, and don’t have one bit of moral or ethical problem with it. They must die so that I may live, and so forth.

Old Testament God was pretty intolerant, but the New Covenant includes some pretty clear instruction (Bold emphasis is mine):

I’m patenting this idea, and selling the rights to Gwynneth Paltrow.

To me, you’re spot on.

My understanding is that, for some reason, in poultry, salmonella has passed the blood/meat barrier, meaning it can even be inside the meat.

Worst case, you’re looking at an engine swap. Optimistically, it needs a head job.

Even better, use an oil that’s solid at room temperature. I prefer lard, but coconut oil is ok. Put a little on a paper towel and smear all over the warm cast iron.

Bad take. Chainmail, sand, or salt are abrasive, but don’t strip the oils of the seasoning. If anything, the little bit of abrasion helps to further smooth the cast surface, making the cast iron even better and more non-stick every time you use it.

Also, don’t forget that a proper light lager is VERY hard to do well. When you don’t have all of the hops and darker malts to cover up your mistakes, your process has to be PERFECT.

That’s still a fat pig for a mid-size sedan.

More technology. More sensors. More crash protection. More more more. That’s the price of progress currently. Every car is a fat, bloated pig.

This. 27 MPG with 310 horsepower on tap is nothing to sneeze at.

That’s just because that car’s so small that CHEVROLET would stretch to past the keyhole...