The infiltration of all the safety mechanisms, such as lane-keeping assist, collision mitigation systems, and the like. I feel they will reduce the common sense factor of people in control of a 4000 pound death brick. While I concur that they can be useful, I feel they will become a crutch to driving.

I did a blueberry barbecue sauce for last year’s Fourth of July party. It was surprisingly amazeballs!

Hooboy. I was in Hyundai parts for a couple years. I can tell you they will look for anything to deny a claim. Usually it will happen on the paper side of things. But still, the warranty is not bad if you’re the original owner. And have it serviced regularly. And have records. And not wanting it to cover your battery.…

This is an incredibly stupid question, but I’m gonna go for broke. I love the taste of butter. I clarify it quite a bit and am left with those oh-so-delicious milk solids. Would there be a method of dehydration that can turn those solids into powder to be mixed with some salt to get butter salt? I’m afraid that the…

Fuck this guy. Fuck him (or her) with Trump’s dick and PM May pushing.

I was in a nasty motorcycle accident 9 years ago. Guy ran a stop sign and pulled out in front of me. I hit him at 35-40 MPH. Since I have no memory of the accident or the seven days after, I cannot say this with certainty. But the witnesses saw me drop the bike on purpose. That action saved my life, apparently. When…

Obligatory. Came here for that. Was not disappointed. Have a star.

That’s a 1999-2001 TL.

The V6/5 speed slushbox combo was great. For me. I changed over 300 transmissions during that fun time. Those transmissions paid for my house. During an 18 month stretch, I did one every morning. Some days I did two. One day, three. Muscle memory at this point.

Early aughts GM. Brings back memories. None of them good. In 2001, I was at university. My daily driver was a CRX Si. That car was so much fun and surprisingly reliable, considering the hell I put it through. Anyhoo, the lower control arm gave out and broke one day. I needed new wheels, so I went back home and started…

The final space sequence was simply outstanding. The Roci blasting (sideways while pitching around!) through the plasma to disable the UNN cruiser made my jaw drop. I had watch that again and again. Especially showing the ships moving at blinking speeds on screen only to slow it way down to show us that the Roci crew…

Ugh, I have a confession. I no longer can stand this song. And it’s nothing against John Denver. But growing up in West Virginia, it gets played. A LOT. Especially since it’s the rallying cry of the WVU Mountaineers. I’ve gotten to the point where my FB feed has been customized to filter out when people post anything…

Yeah, “you piss with the cock you’re given” is some Noble speech gold there. LOVE this crazy Canadian!

The promise of going balls out crazy after you fix the thing that broke from the last time you went balls out crazy.

Honda brain at work. From the still image where the video stops I can say he’s driving a 03-05 Honda Accord. Can’t tell if it is a coupe or sedan, but I can say it’s an automatic. And due for an oil change.

A small lightweight impeller spinning in excess of 100000 rpm. When balancing a rotating object, the faster it spins means less tolerance for unbalanced weight. Right now, I am super tired typing this. But at that speed even a gram out of balance will put, let’s see carry the 9, one metric fuckton of weight stressing…

I do something similar. I’ll answer in a very neutral inflection with “Special Agent [random surname]”. Answering that way means I never say that I am said Special Agent. Most hang up RFN.

Honda and automatic transmissions together are not the best in reliability. As someone who replaced at least one per day for 18 months, I can attest. But I am still a diehard Honda/Acura guy. As long as they have three pedals.

No shit. Nothing in our messed up society today pisses me off more.

Flomax. One of its side effects is “retrograde ejaculation”. I have taken it for dilation issues related to kidney stones. My wife asked me if I had faked my orgasm afterwards one time. I told her I had not. Everything went up into the bladder instead of, well you know where.