Can confirm.

Many of us were born here. That’s our excuse.

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All attributions to Bro. Sean at the wonderful liartownusa.blogspot.com

Ferrari 288 GTFO.

Concur. Another one for the “What does it look like when it’s normal?” column.

The 500E is the stuff I yearn for. I’d take one over anything in the modern lineup.

We sure did. We did that very thing, and we did the thing until there were just pieces.

What does it look like when it’s normal?* And would it have cost more or less to Frankenstein the stripped 911 than to screw period-correct bits on?

By George... He’s got something there.

I was cynical about owning one of these newest of old Saabs, then I realized that if it ever offered up any big problems or imagined slight you could quietly ask the car to come closer, and say:

Shush! You don’t tell ‘em that, you idiot!

But most of all, fuck us all just for being alive.

Germany is pretty much its own liartown...

What an asshole.

How do we make it stop?

Google yourself an aviation sectional chart for the area you lived in and look for a grey line with a four-digit designation. Four digits mean a military training route at or below 1,500 feet above ground level.

Concur.

Meh. I’m close to a C-130 training base, and sometimes here you can’t hardly swing a cat without hitting one of those things.

Concur.