Why camo? Same reason I cover up my Ninja Turtle drawings when someone walks by in Mrs. Schuster’s class. IT’S NOT DONE YET, RACHEL.

Never!

Still the Ugly Champion. Undisputed.

In following in your potentially crazy but still reasonable footsteps, I decided to import an R32 like yours. Mine is the same color, same year (serial BNR32005565), and about the same mileage. I have been driving it for about three weeks, and some of my thoughts are so very similar.

Or... like un updated N360:

Yeah so true, sure we’re all drunk, all of the time... right now I’m totally buzzed just looking for somewhere to land this chinook.... I’m going to assume from your stupid comment you must be american because they all have a reputation for being stupid right?

Starts quite poorly too. Why can’t people turn their phone 90º when filming?

I love your defensiveness. It’s brilliant how you complain about your culture being abused without even knowing that once you get off the British isles a “pub” isn’t a “Public House” any more. It just doesn’t have those long traditions. The “Pub” travelled abroad through sailors having spent a moist night in one…

1. It’s not racism.

You are really intent on that line, eh? Posted it in two comments with the same article. Here’s a fun fact: he was landing AT A PUB! Guessing alcohol was involved isn’t racist, but simple logic. Casual racism would be more along the lines of “pilot must have been Irish drunk landing a helicopter like that.” Notice a…

The real crime here is the portrait mode.

they couldnt turn the phone sideways?!

Your cousin is Roman? That’s funny. My cousin is Roman!

I remember when this came out.

Are you sure it's a movie? I thought it was a documentary about the future. Half that shit seems to be happening already...

Agree with everything on here except the v8 Interceptor. That car was basically inherited by him and had sentimental value. After what he went through, him, the rage, and the car melded into one. I would also think he needed that beefy supercharged v8 to ram the shit out of bisexual gang members with mohawks.

Where can we find computers and tires for a guy who has an exoskeleton installed after he becomes the victim of a radioactive blast in a world with a robotic police state?