And his sidekick Mumen Rider! The Cyclist for Justice.

I thought I was about to open an article about a road that was perpetually warm up north and, therefore, less likely to freeze over. Then I saw Florida and the thought of a novel idea went right out the window.

Well, sure the stuff is a little radioactive, but it will be locked inside a road. Roads never degrade or release any kind of particles, right? Guys? ... Right?

... and he becomes a superhero, Road Rash.

Love the interior, but I have to say, this:

I like how the EPA literally couldn’t wait another month before approving this.  Cause we’d expect this with Trump’s EPA. 

I really want the Confederate States to secede before they destroy the rest of us.

This post just reminded me that about 20 years ago I paid about $20 for the “Pops-a-Dent” I think was sold in TV. Never received it.

Matching a brushed metal finish is difficult. That’s what led to a large number of Deloreans to get paint. 

Ah the apocolypse proof cybertruck. You know unless it rains, there’s a puddle, a small stream, dirt and/or grass, an update, or even a light fart.

Counterinterpretation:  mobile pot dealer

Tell any NA or NB Miata owner that water and muck buildup in the fender isn’t that big of a deal.

apparently creates perfect conditions for grass to grow

Ch-ch-ch-chia!

She raced the youngins on akagi

some people at the ceremony recognized her and immediately called her by her street name: DQ

I once bought an Escort wagon driven by a little old lady (LoL) once a week to the dump.  I asked the sales guy if LoLs didn’t go to church anymore.  In reality, it made sense ‘cause there was no trash pickup in that town.

It’s a terrific looking car, but I feel it should have a little less rake to look its best, let alone for interior room.

This story is like the JDM version of the little old lady in the US who drives a Mustang or Camaro. I wonder though how many still rowed their own gears?

I envy. I had to pry my mother’s 85 year old hands from the keys to her Buick skylark that my aunt was too scared to ride in anymore. I sold it to a neighbor’s kid who immediately slapped a bumper sticker on it that read “Don’t laugh, your daughter may be in here”.