Doesn’t matter - I still can’t sue them. And if the other rich people I’ve sued in the past are anything to judge by, they’re scumbags who will go to great lengths to avoid paying their or their progeny’s debts.

Morally, no. Financially, yes.

No, I mean him because he’s a grown-ass idiot man-child and his parents, though morally and ethically responsible for him, are not legally liable for his grown-ass idiot man-child shenanigans.

No, that’s opinions.

Allow me to suggest Dr. Gas boom-tube sidepipes; my supercharged LS sounds DIVINE.

Eventually he will injure or kill someone. I hope that when he does, the victims hire me to sue him into utter financial ruination so that I can buy myself a nice new electric not-Tesla vehicle.

Clearly the answer is to outlaw the menace of 2015 Corollas.

I mean, here in NorCal I’d be killed if I tried to commute the 4 miles from home to office at 28 mph - either in a collision, or by a mob.

I love the idea of this, but... what’s the basis for the commonly found 28 mph speed limit on electric scooters and bicycles? There are precious few roads outside of dense urban centers with a speed limit that low; bumping it to 35 would massively increase the number of roads it could be ridden on.

1987 Ford Crown Vitoria Police Interceptor, hands-down. First off it had the ‘thin film’ ignition module that started more lawsuits than it did cars; my mechanic gave me two NIB spares and showed me how to install them just in case; when it died neither of the spares worked.

Neither do I. It looks like a fat wagon on stilts.

Sportiest-looking SUV is kinda like saying “the most form-fitting of all adult diapers.”

LOL. You poor child.

Now you’re projecting. Take the ‘L’ and go back to bed.

“bloggy mcblogface” wasn’t an ad hominem attack, you whingeing little hypocrite? You’ve shown your whole ass; go peddle it somewhere else.

“Not less reliable than a Subie” when discussing the absolute apex of Toyota quality is an interesting way of saying “Comparatively speaking, the BMW is a flaming Port-A-John tumbling down a cliff.”

Welcome to Wrongville, chump.

Northern California. You?

For real. I hit a wayward granite curbstone square at 60mph on the good ol’ Southeast Expressway in a 79 Impala and didn’t lose a tire. I don’t want to think about how a 275/35R19 tire would hold up to crossing a railroad track like that...

Just ask Justin to sell the SS to me, OK?