I wonder if you can shoe-horn the Supra’s B58 into an 86 chasis. NOW you got... something.
I wonder if you can shoe-horn the Supra’s B58 into an 86 chasis. NOW you got... something.
If you want to get into the Porsche Owners Club on the cheap, just buy a first-gen Panamera and use the remaining $15k to buy a really neat pair of cowboy boots.
Peloton: when you absolutely, positively want your living room to smell like a sweaty gym.
Rotaries are fun engines for high-revving, and they are easy to work on. The problem is they have some deep inherent problems that make them incompatible with today’s requirements.
So this car is for those who think driving a Golf R is “slumming it.”
Poor Acura; they are like that friend you had that lived near you and had rich parents but no personal style, so he would just copy what the cool kids did, which made him seem sort of pathetic, but you were so nice you just couldn’t tell him.
That dashboard looks horrible. Why is everything crammed together? Looks like the cabin of a public bus. UGH! (jmfo)
If Trump’s life was saved by his Life-Alert pendant I’m going to be pissed.
The caveat of electric cars always seems to be the heavy batteries, which is a constant regardless of their charge state (what, electricity doesn’t weigh anything?) I’m wondering if paper batteries can be further developed to hold large capacities and thus reduce the weight significantly?
Trying to take sexism out of the “Charlie’s Angels” world is like trying to take the confederate flag out of “Dukes of Hazzard;” the absence is louder than the presence.
I like how the California edition is slower but more expensive.
Ford has cut off their own legs and run out of options. They couldn’t call it a Fusion Platinum-E or the F-150 Raptor-E, that would be silly.
BMWs are strange: they either break down every fortnight, or live forever. If I ever buy a new BMW, I’ll make sure to add the “live forever” package.
My ex was a Polestar; her stage name was Cinnamon and she slept during the day.
“Going forward...” is the lamest expression of the new age. Translated, it roughly means, “look, your not going to get me to admit I messed up, nor will I ask for your forgiveness. I’m going to pretend this never happened and step over you to move ahead.”