How hard (and expensive) can it be to swap the suspicious gearbox for a manual?

Doug, you better watch out when you go outside.

Johnny Carmax just ordered his third truckload of popcorn.

I’d love to help that guy by coming to see the car and “negotiating”, that is, deploying a full display of techniques from “The grand mystery handbook of the henious tire-kicker” while his wife is present. Then, I’d buy that dude a beer.

I’m having trouble combining the word “relaxing” in the same sentence as “T-5R” on a countryside road.

Enzo Ferrari is coming back to Europe. From Italy.

This is amazing.

Torchinsky, what exactly were you trying to do? Also, you are not 19.

Maybe not exactly weird (albeit weird it was), but a horrid turpitude on wheels: a late 90s Ford Galaxy. I mean, the Brazilian Galaxy. Here it goes.

You guys are awsome. And a little masochistic. Ok, full masochistic.

They do go uphills. Give them enough time (measured in glacial ages) and they can climb a wall.

uh, I guess that “rear-ended” has a new meaning now...

Russian redneck is high quality redneck.

My arguably first childhood friend (I was 2 y/o and he was 3) used to say that hid dad’s Brazilian Passat was an Audi 3, only one step below the Audi Quattros that ignited our minds around 1984/5, when we went to watch the Rally of Argentina.

And this is how I come to understand what AM football is... Thanks?

Máté, is that you?

Do happy days have happy endings?

Holy mother of fuck, that sounds nasty as heck. Dante’s Inferno can be worse than I’ve imagined.

I love Maseratis, Jags and Bimmers, but I can only think of the frustration of endless hours working on them without being able to reach the next corner. Or rusting in your face despite maniac pampering. My eyes ar full of tears now. And my wallet is screaming in fear.

Indeed, I wrote “many of them”, because I believe hell is an unsurmountable suffering.