The Mahindra Roxor Is A Tiny Offroad Jeep That You Maybe, Someday, Might Be Able To Buy In America

You read my mind. Pretty sure I could bump the top speed somehow also.

Leave it to GMC to give us an overly complicated thing no one asked for. The guy who designed this grew up jerking off to dancing bed competitions. I’ve owned pickups my whole life and have managed to jam up the tailgate on an old Ford stepside with barrel hinges and hook latches, I wouldn’t own this POS out of pure…

You made your point, you don’t like it. Don’t buy one. You’re kinda seething with excess hate here, did someone who drives a Demon knock up your daughter?

The K+N with hi-flo cats can actually reduce power without a remap.

That’s enough.

First rule of gun club is......

Never had it, don’t want it again.

I’ve lived in the deep South, and there’s a constant caricature that is always present, the Boss Hogg. The headneck. The guy who sits on his front porch drinking unsweet tea who happens to own half the county. If he wants that car, or his heir to the swamp throne does, they’ll pay that for it. Or they’ll buy the…

That’s far from unrelated. It’s the reason the Demon exists. It’s a damn fine little hot rod, and they’re not stuffing it full of rehashed plastic shit like they did to the PT.

So cage it and STFU. While you’re at it, add a 50-shot and see if you can achieve LEO.

So... You left the house, in an overheating hot rod, without waiting to see if the fans run? It takes less than ten minutes. I’m not wishing anything on you, but by any estimation you should probably be changing head gaskets right now. At least.

Pretty sure the 6.7 is a “C” where the Dodge unit is a 5.9 “B”.

Morning, Rob.

Okay, time to school the teacher for a minute.

She’s not cheap.... There’s a Small Fee.

Not really. An EB Bronco is worth significantly more than an XL or Custom.

True. I did send some emails to the people trying to hawk fake editions last summer. (fake Eddie Bauer Bronco and something else)

Two days straight the listing is gone within ten minutes. Granted, yesterday started at 100% CP and improved from there, I wouldn’t have yanked it until at least noon.

Listen. Get the divorce, buy the bus, hire me to fix the brakes and I’ll even bring a midget stripper for the pole. Either that or.... Let. It. Go.