mytdawg
mytdawg
mytdawg

She's lying!

It's worse when they don't understand that they CAN'T turn left onto a 2 way from a one way and do it anyway crossing the flow of green lighted traffic. I'd rather they didn't know period.

She's cute but so are Dobermans when they're that age.

I was impressed until I saw the Monster logo, now I'm just frightened.

You could probably eliminate the Mini and the Miata and make them drive a real old school BMW like a 1600 or a 2002. That would cover both underpowered and fantastic handling.

I have a 1976 Winnebago and a 1977 Corvette, and not nice examples of either. I think the word you're looking for is "visceral". You can feel every bump, every rock, every rumble strip. You can see the motor. Hell, you can smell the motor. I call the Vette The Fiberglass Maiden because it's like a torture device

I can often tell who to avoid by the Monster Energy drink decal on the back of the vehicle.

I've lived on the wrong side of the tracks a long time and been around a lot of extremely uh, "hammered" individuals.  And I can say with certainty that I would rather deal with people that are loaded when driving then the stereotypical soccer mom in a mini-van or bored exec type in a Mercedes while they are on the

It really comes down to one question for me. Who do I have to kill to get fuel?

I like it. If for no other reason that it offends. I love me some 2002 and I accept that it is no longer one of them.

Nope, can't say that's ever happened to me. Well, cops at the window sure. As far as that pretty blond business... sigh. To paraphrase George Carlin - Never done a 10 but I've done about 5 - 2's...

Both of my weddings combined barely covered her service charge.

I've had a couple experiences east of 127 that probably would not have happened anywhere else in Michigan. Maybe in Royal Oak or Grand Blanc. I just avoid yuppies and the like. My style is somewhere between frat house and early American white trash. I have a life long love affair with old beaters that very few

The thing about great stories is they are usually much better in retrospect than they are when you are actually experiencing them...

And then Okemos/Haslett on the other side. The mall mentality. And the same cops. I'd rather eat broken glass then drive through that area, let alone stop.

Long story involving a beater GTO, an ex wife, a drive in porn theater, some paperwork that proved I had paid warrants that disappeared after I provided it to the police, a kangaroo court, jail time and finally walking 10 miles in the rain to find out I was locked out of house.

Well sure, it would seem racist to people whom think racial diversity refers to their domestic help or the television set.

Ohio just sucks all the way around. Worst in the area are East Lansing. It's got some reputation as a party school. If you try to drive through there and your parents couldn't afford this years Porsche then you may get pulled over for impersonating a vehicle. I gave up crossing over that Manson/Nixon line a long

My brother had one of these things. It just died last year after the body rusted out where the trailing arms mount. That's quite a run here in the rust belt. He drove the damn thing home dragging the rear axle and sold it for parts. May not be sexy but it was tuff.

I kinda like it. Not enough fake wood on wagons these days.