Defying Chump is a fine strategy, until we can vote him out.
Defying Chump is a fine strategy, until we can vote him out.
I had one of these in 1988. My second car. 1978 model, white with tan vinyl roof. The epitome of performance and style- if you were 73 years old.
I hate it when that happens. Though watching the dot on the friction circle go all over the place is entertaining.
It would probably be a little out of my price range if it actually showed up. But not so much that I wouldn’t get excited about it’s existence. More likely is an M2 Competition. But that’s about 4th or 5th on my next car (Track car) list.
You need more room for the wagon. Throw that tall white thing off a cliff and your problem will be solved.
Because America.
I’ve seen more challenging design briefs.
I was excited for 1/10th of a second before I realized: It probably won’t come here and if it does it almost certainly won’t get a manual gearbox.
No hatchback. No manual. No thanks.
In this case we’ll be dumping INTO windows...
Me in the race. All of them. Except circle track stuff. I get dizzy on merry-go-rounds...
To Infinity and ...um... behind!!
I grew up in the Detroit area. Born in the mid-60's. 30 years around Woodward. I’ve been aware of car culture since I was born. There’s a distinct difference between car culture and the idiocy that the WDC quickly became. A day on the track at Waterford Hills is car culture. A hot rod show in a small park in Ypsi is…
I like cunts, so no.
People that either stop in the crosswalk at a red light or don’t stop for people in it deserve poop. ALL THE POOP.
Peaceful? You don’t live near the Woodward corridor do you? Rude, entitled asshats show up and think it’s perfectly acceptable to go to someone else’s neighborhood for 3 months of the year to drag race on public roads, clutter up the parking lots of local businesses and leave their trash all over the place. And you…
Is it legal to flick turds into an open car window or convertible with a top down? Asking for a friend.
That’s even dumber than the Mach-E.
Ergonomic stupidity.