• Any and all advertising stickers for which the owner has not been paid for use of the space.
  
  Can we add the “...Life” (i.e., “Salt Life”) stickers to this? Nothing screams mediocre middle class Southern redneck like a Salt Life sticker on your back window.

I’ll give them this: at least they are trying to deliver the replicas unlike those shysters down in Panama at Super Replicas.
Those bastards give shadiness a bad name.

Maxie Price Chevrolet in Georgia

This is Detroit. Ol’ girl drives a Pontiac Grand Prix.
If she lived in the South your Altima theory would hold.

“...because if this happened in Los Angeles someone would have strung up a rope and a warning sign and called it a day. Forever.”

That story went absolutely nowhere. But it was glorious in the visuals I had in my head. Well done sir!

No one will see you coming.
2003 Infiniti M45

All the stars for you for that epic Biggie lyric callback.

I’m NP’ing this mainly on the seller’s witty listing. It is a refreshing turn from the mouth-breathers who can barely string two words together.

Terry Gross is a national treasure and this is comedy gold.
Well done Torch. Hoping this makes it across Terry’s desk.

THAT is more along the price I was thinking today’s NPOCP should be.

You do realize that a DC10 is much larger than a 737?

A serendipitous meeting of tools with no taste and too much money?
(other than you because you didn’t pay for yours :)

The Atlanta Falcons. Killing more football hopes than Lake Lanier kills boaters and swimmers.

So Jacksonville is to Florida as Stockton is to California: a shithole in an otherwise nice place.

As if the Jacksonville song above was not cringe-inducing enough. Oh my fuck! The Big Ape Morning Mess? Jesus! A cornball, podunk, shit stain of a city deserves a cornball shit stain of a team like the Jags.

I know it shouldn’t bug me as much as it does but Infiniti newish naming scheme really messes with me. I could and have adapted to BMW’s stupidity with naming and Audi’s actually simplified ID’ing their cars. But this fuckery has no rhyme or reason.

“Chinesium” is my new favorite word. Made me lulz for real.

Got the airbags in my (or rather my son’s as I was handing it down to him) ‘02 Civic EX done just in time to have my son run off the road into a tree and test them out.
Worked great. Kid walked away.

16 years? Wow. Gmax has a brake light system on their helmets for a few years now. Of course it’s integrated and proprietary but the kit is only about $30-40. So $260 seems a bit high.