#thoughtsandprayers

Too many potential downsides on this one. Plus, rotary engines like to spin, not chug along on a trail. CP

As if a possible bad transmission wasn’t enough, I have a moral objection to giving money to someone who supports a narcissistic demagogue. CP on principle.

Right. Because GOD.

In Indiana, you can’t buy a car on a Sunday. In the same vein as how you can’t buy carry-out beer on Sunday. Because GOD. Or something.

This will look great on my desk next to my $150 pen that looks vaguely like a length of Porsche fuel line and my $225 cup that looks eerily similar to a small section of Porsche exhaust pipe (except it has a bottom). Stop by my office and I’ll give you a business card that’s printed on $800 card stock that resembles…

Between the vinyl wrap hiding god knows what and the Christmas tree of dash lights (which roughly equals expensive on a BMW), this is a CP all day long. You’ll probably wind up spending another $4k sorting out the problems!

The reality in my world is that I don’t go into a physical store unless it’s an emergency or the purchase will involve a core charge. If I go to Rock Auto or even Amazon (free shipping), I can browse the parts at my leisure and pick out the one I want versus someone standing there trying to sell me the “gold” version…

Is the radio Bluetooth ready? It’s kind of a deal breaker if not.

“The notion that people who buy used cars are financial worse off than those who buy new ones is probably fair enough, but to say that used car buyers will maintain their cars significantly worse than those who bought the 20-year-old car new is also just an assumption, and is highly dependent upon the individuals.”

A 500 hp family hauler? ANYTHING TO OFFSET THIS BORING LIFE!!! NP. I can maintenance the sucker daily if that’s what it takes.

I missed the flyover!! Damn it!!

What city is that in the picture? Maybe it’s a perspective of Indy I’ve never seen before?

I grew up in Galveston, IN, not far from Grissom AFB where A-10s were stationed. It was a regular and glorious occurrence to see these guys cruising over (always in multiples of three), sometimes with the white Mavericks visible on the pylons. The sound of those engines is forever burned into my brain.

Amen to that!

When they’re babies, the only thing you can do is drink beer and eat waffles, so it’s a natural union.

As someone who used to test child seats for a living, this makes me twitchy.

Also from Jalopnik, how about an occasional Nice Price / Crack Pipe vote regarding the myriad accessories you can buy for baby-rearing?

I would say these are the worst commercials ever, but I lived through the days of the “Not before my coffee” dipshit in the McDonald’s ads. Those temper my opinion of all other atrocious commercials. These ads, maybe top five, but not the worst.

Well, they are Toyota powered, so it’s basically the same as the 86.