You've never heard that expression?

Nope, try again. Works nothing like a brake light.

If your wing mirrors are pointing straight back towards your flanks, you need to give up your driver's license ASAP.

What the hell does 388 mean? At least 488 actually follows one of their classic naming schemes.

I just wish all the numbers meant something again.

What does the extra "9" in 399 GTB mean though? At least 488 actually means something (the displacement of one cylinder, just like they did in the 365 Daytona days).

The 488 follows Ferrari's classical naming scheme from the 365 Daytona days, naming it after the displacement of one cylinder. I felt so much better after I realized this—it's not a fake name after all.

I don't know why it's surprising to me that you're still resorting to the "you're dumb!" style of comments to put me down, rather than trying to get back to the topic at hand and proceed with the discussion. But if ad hominem remarks are your way of moving a conversation forward... go for it, buddy.

Absolutely not. There is ample evidence that I can see with my own eyes that leads me to believe the earth is round. The same cannot be said in this case.

No, I'm saying it's even better than a 4600lb sedan. Why the hell would I want a 4600lb family sedan that does 204 when I could have a lighter, smaller car that can do it just as easily (in fact more easily)?

Right, and I'm supposed to trust a company's words about a product that they made and they're advertising and are therefore totally not biased in any way... why?

Congratulations, now we know what Evan thinks. Add that to the list of people who think they know better than me just because they're on the internet and that somehow makes them all-seeing and all-knowing.

There was a logical, mature, adult debate happening in this thread before you decided to poke your head in. Your middle-schoolish insult comments did not add to it.

I don't need your fucking rhetorical facetious balaclava comedy, Mr. Cornflakes, if that is your real name, which I somehow doubt. Did I ask you to comment on my post? Did I ask you to sarcastically star my fucking comment? I don't need this fucking bullshit from you, you fucking tepid anemic breakfast cereal…

And here it is, the wonderful third insult. Congratulations, you have now proved three times in a row that you're not mature enough to actually participate in an adult discussion, and instead would rather just name-call until you run out of ideas! There's always a few like you. Good day sir.

Ah, reusing the same insult again! Now that's clever! Clearly you put a ton of effort into this whole trolling thing.

Ah, and here we see one of those troll commenters who is incapable of actually adhering to the conversation, and therefore only speaks in cliché insults. Instead of adding to the discussion or moving it forward like a mature human being, you simply call me names in an attempt to make me feel bad—roughly the same…

Alright, I get it. If all you are capable of doing is alternately calling me an idiot and a troll, I have no time to draw this discussion out any further (yes, it was a discussion until you lowered it to the level of name-calling). Have a great day, and please, do try to develop a sense of conversational maturity in…

Cute comeback, but it doesn't get us anywhere in the discussion. Come back when you've decided to participate like an adult instead of throwing ad hominems like a middle schooler.

Real explanatory, there. Yep, you're a master professor, gizmokc.