Had an 1800 ‘83 sedan and ‘84 wagon and this is too much for me. ‘83/4 hardtop coupe with a stick and a better color. . . maybe, but still probably not.

While I have my doubts that even a properly designed bit of greenway is going to get people to go for a walk around downtown when there isn’t an event going on, relating to Detroit concerns with San Diego observations is cute. Since it’s pretty obvious you’ve never driven there, picture a place maybe two steps removed…

That would match my experience, as well. Trying to kick the tail out at about 20 mph in the snow on snow tires to cancel understeer on a turn once like I’d done a thousand times had me fighting alternating fishtails down the road worse than when I was learning to drive. I made sure subsequent cars had off switches for…

Do you mean the real event—not a scenario—the OP excused that I based a comparative statement on to point out the ignorant absurdity of his excusing a murderer based upon a bad assumption of PTSD? The article is about a crazy fuck who murdered a guy for no good reason after 2 years of some perceived minor grievance. OP…

Cool, so can I go kill people and use my documented PTSD as an excuse for sympathy and as a get-out-of-jail-free card? I’m such a victim! Guy was an old POS who stewed for 2 damn years over a stupid car repair that he never brought up with the shop as being what he felt was inadequate and that couldn’t have been that…

Shrunken balls, both figurative and literal.

All the innocent people cops shoot for no reason and they take this shriveled-balls POS in? And just 5 years? Who in the DA’s office is taking bets on how long it takes after he gets out to murder someone? Oh, he’s white . . .  ah.

Yeah, I would have used my car as a weapon on him. Bring a pipe to a car fight? Good luck, degenerate.

Unlike alcohol, weed can’t be pinpointed to being in the system to a specific time enough for OUI conviction, so as someone who lives in a legal weed state (and was naive enough to vote to legalize it, not realizing just how many weak, selfish losers there are out there who cannot apparently go more than a couple…

It’s because they need to make excuses for themselves, just like any other addict. They can’t face it because they can’t quit it because they’re addicted in spite of what their own enabling propaganda claims about it not being addictive.

This exactly! They can’t pinpoint marijuana in their system to the time of the incident, so there’s no way it’s reported as much as it should be. I constantly smell weed driving around and I know which car it’s coming from by the swerving and sudden maneuvers from nearly missed turns and such. I refuse to believe…

As says every drunk driver. It’s called denial and it’s common with junkies who aren’t ready to face their dysfunction. You’re no better than them.

Dumbest vote I ever cast was legalizing the shit in MA. Now, not only are the swerving dumbfucks somehow seeming to outnumber the phone-fuckers (and I can tell because I can smell you scumbags even with your fucking windows up, you POS), but I smell off-brand skunk ass everywhere I go whether I’m driving, walking…

Beyond the very base bottom-feeder cars, generally the more you pay, the worse the value.

You would be amazed at the variation of climate and topography of the world outside of your tiny corner—even other places that see snow.

Doing without the “safety” and convenience wuss tech is worth getting the manual for even if you hate manuals. If present trends continue—which I see no reason for it to not with the impending electric 2-box eunuchocalypse upon us, it will also make it more interesting for future resale.

In the breakdown lane on a quiet VA highway, I saw the back half of one and a wide blood streak up the road leading from it. About a half mile ahead, was a Taurus with the front half. A truck driver once told me he didn’t bother even slowing for deer. I think he said he had some kind of grille guard or extra bars or…

We have coyotes. Unfortunately, people buy little wuss dogs (one person had their Taco Bell dog taken right in front of them in broad daylight) and let their cats outside (I even have trail cam footage from my driveway of a coyote carrying the front half a cat, entrails hanging like a tail), so they tend to go for…

They are literally blinded by glare, so they don’t really know where they’re going, I imagine they’re just panic-leaping and they also don’t expect that the light is something moving faster than any predator they’ve evolved to deal with. They have wide angle vision, too, so they can be blinded at a greater range of…

I think Dr. Feelgood’s yacht was probably an 80-footer, not a 70. Generally, the numbers in a boat name are its length in feet or meters. From what I’ve been told, there’s a lot of swingers on that island, so he shouldn’t have had to pay. Or maybe that’s his traveling circus.