People are nice.

“...time at the dispensaries...”

What makes a short train

It’s Log, It’s Log it’s big it’s heavy it’s wood! It’s Log, it’s better than bad it’s good!

So THAT’S why they call it a “Beamer!”

fuck that’s some final destination shit. hold on while i lock myself in a padded room and never go outside

Bro

One time while driving home from Florida we (me, wife and 4 year old daughter) were heading west on I-10 somewhere past Beaumont where there is basically nothing around. My daughter says “daddy I have to go #2” and of course, there is no place in sight. After 15 minutes or so she’s crying because she has to go so bad…

Right? I imagine every parent who has ever done a road trip with a kid has had to deal with this in some shape or form.

Ford Fish would fit in with the rest of Ford’s F.-F. naming convention.

INTRODUCING THE NEW SLICK EEL. COVERED IN 50% MORE SLIME FOR ALL YOUR VEHICULAR MANSLAUGHTER NEEDS.

#4 - Jesus H Christ, what a nightmare scenario. Not knowing your little kid had sneaked into the car?

For some reason the kid shitting one doesn’t really strike me as particularly odd or surprising. Kid was touching cloth and couldn’t hold it any more and quick-thinking mom McGyvered the situation with what she had on hand. Bonus points for not leaving a nuisance behind for the parking lot attendant to have to deal…

7.) Bird Ain’t Care — I once for a short period drove a garbage truck for Wells Brothers to make a living. It was summer and a normal hot Florida day so I had the vent windows open all the way so they funneled some air on me while I drove down the road at just under the 45 mph limit. And I’ve got traffic on both sides…

As far as I can tell, you don’t.

This happened a bit over a year and a half ago. I had just bought my new STi and was showing it off to my dad. We did a nice drive north to Bellingham Washington from the Seattle area taking route 9 past Mt. Vernon and then to chuckanutt drive (wonderful road, lots of bicyclists though). Slightly important to the…

Im sitting at a red light and see a tall’ish guy and short’ish girl waiting for the crosswalk to let them cross a large intersection. While standing there at his side she reaches up and hangs her hands around his neck, like a hanging hug I guess. The very short & loose crop top knit sweater she is wearing rises up…

It’s Christmas Eve a few years ago, snowing lightly. A beautiful Christmas Eve night.