I know it’s cool to Jalops, but a big manual BMW just isn’t cool to like 98% of the population.
I know it’s cool to Jalops, but a big manual BMW just isn’t cool to like 98% of the population.
Why not just adjust the temperature control?
Some people like to open a window or turn off the heat in the bedroom before snuggling up under the covers when…
I prefer a car no one else wants to get in.
Not going anywhere. Just skiing/exploring with the usual suspects.
4wd for snowy mountain passes and lots of space in the back for presents and stuff. Treated with fluid film to keep the rust in check.
Red color for extra HP in the mountains.
Structural engineer here. The fact that this is the largest of the 3 (apparent) braces running across the short axis of the car to stiffen the frame rails tells me it has the most load on it (yes real engineering-ish). I’m having a hard time orienting the pictures with each other but regardless: corners are always the…
The man and his wife do not seem to feel very confident in the driving abilities of his mistress.
Enjoy your star for making me look that up and confirming that yes, that is a real thing and a hell of a deep cut.
How dare deadspin publish a post by Mr. Petchesky, with his slavic sounding name, on this, the 5th anniversary of the Ljubljana Marshes hot air balloon crash in Slovenia. I am aghast at the insensitivity.
shut up cunt, put some respect in your headline.
It sounds like superstition, but it's true: You can hurt your car by driving too far with the fuel gauge on E.…
Well, on the plus side, a black man in America finally survived a traffic stop. Progress!
The leakers of the videos are the real problem here. Sad.
I plan on donning a cape, running around stealing tire stem caps and dumping maple syrup in gas tanks. Henceforth, I shall be known only as the Butterworth Bandit!
So what you’re saying is, it’s probably better to dump a few gallons of Mrs. Butterworth into an enemy’s fuel tank than sugar.
There can be only one...
you can’t use the transbreak in NC
Since this happened in Kansas, I feel compelled to say “carry on, my wayward son”.