This is the most touching story I’ve ever (or will ever, probably) read about a Toyota Highlander.
Then.... don’t click the story.
Marine Engineer here.
He got off lightly.
My corn flake’s?
Esquire has a great article out focused on Michael Collins, the forgotten third man who orbited the moon in the Command Module while Aldrin and Armstrong bounced along its surface.
Whatever his financial situation is, at least there’s a good chance HE learned to spell ‘your’.
St. Maarten beats them all.
Wow! Sincerely well done David. Your grit and determination to undertake something so needlessly difficult is truly admirable, and I really do commend you for not only finding the reserves of energy to continue, but to actually get the damn thing there. I’m really proud of your achievement, and for you having worked…
I love Keanu. I wish I was friends with him so I could send him a birthday card. He wouldn’t ever send me one (he’s busy as shit, ya know), but he’d send me a text like “Hey, thanks for the card man!” and I’d be like “no prob dude.”
You’re not my real dad.
Probably pretty good. Like you’ve got the tow truck driver’s personal number good.
/keels over
Keep in mind that there is a bit of a cultural difference at play; the Japanese are the masters of automotive ornamentation—they started Dekotora and Bosozoku and the like and this type of stylistic gaudiness is exactly what their local tastes have been bred to appreciate. I’m not saying it’s beautiful or ugly, but…