When I was over there a couple of years ago (remember the lion kill and the Mazda taillight?), one of the briefly reported news items was police killing two suspects at a roadblock. They had robbed a post office (which also functions as a bank) and got away with a load of cash.

Anecdotal but diesels last a lot longer than comparable gas engines assuming they are not boosted to the moon like dummies with “tuners” like to do.

I did not watch, please send me your username and password for Disney+(tm) so I can see the episode and perhaps agree with you.

His family doesn’t owe anyone other than Michael Schumacher anything. If they feel that keeping his status in the family is the right thing to do, more power to them.

Only if you don’t understand how analogies work. 

You clicked the story, friend 

Feels like a douchey Instagram Influencer manifested as a company

I get what you’re saying, but I’m pretty sold on this engine tower concept I’ve got going.

B. One on top of the other.

Could you explain to me how they would be arranged in the bay together? Preferably using only a single letter.

That’s some good Jalopnik Tracy.

Yeah, it’s called Australia. 

The lie I tell to myself: that I’ll be able to finish [any project] I start Sunday after lunchtime before the weekend’s over.

Not sure if that’s a lie to my spouse or to myself.

“Hey honey, gotta work on the car today. This should only take me an hour or so, and I’ve got everything I need already.”

I think the methodology for determining whether it’s a hobby or a sickness is the Tracy Scale? You take the number of non-running vehicles you have, times it by ten, and add the total number of vehicles you possess on top (example below). Compare this to David Tracy’s number, using the same formula. The closer to his…

The common sense involved here is so overwhelmingly awesome.

if you name your ride after pugilism, you bound to get hit.

I think the license plate are torque numbers. Here’s why:

I was caught in the middle of a lightning storm and DESPERATELY needed my DeLorean DMC-12 to start. It was running perfectly fine one minute, then randomly died. After several cranks, it was looking BLEAK. In a moment of pure frustration and helplessness, I slammed my head into the steering wheel...and it fired right…