So you want to punish people by taking their time instead of money. For the working poor that already have multiple jobs and child care trying to make ends meet, that may be a disaster.

“You still have to punish the poor driver”

Yup. And kinja shit the bed, so it took me way too long to find out what you replied to.

If we can't have basic shit like firearms laws, abortion laws, healthcare...who has time for cars?

Any source for any of those claims? Because it seems like you’re using data provided from your backside to make claims about how expecting driver competence is unfair to the poor.

…..is your user icon a Runza?

Hello! I am not sure! I work all weekends unless I’m told otherwise, and I was not told otherwise. Whether I have to work or anyone else has to work it is still a good time to educate yourself and support Black communities, both today and every day.

Buy it. Drive and enjoy it for a few years and sell it, you’ll probably break even.

10K is barely existent, 20k is average, 30k is getting there, 40k is lolwtf?

I remember falling out of mine a lot in catastrophic vehicle-flipping incidents trying to do sick skids

Peeperidge Frams remebers

My problem with the id.4 is that the gear selector has an optical illusion on it.

Ok, I also remember swimming and roller skating (with metal wheels) and skateboarding (OG banana board) and I had a Big Wheel too, but that doesn’t tell as good of a story.

“Stay inside and pray your AC doesn’t break.”

I lived in Bakersfield, CA for 1 year when I was a kid. I don’t remember much about that town (there’s not much to remember) but the one thing we would do for “fun” was to wet the grass next to the sidewalk then take off our shoes and see who could walk the furthest barefoot down the scorching cement before jumping…

because the rest of it is a normal ass rav-4.

Is this much more than a body kit? I... really dig it. In this color, and the yellow/white two-tone on their website. And something that was brown/orange, or had wood on the side (that tailgate is begging for a plank of wood instead of that black panel).

I’m not your pal, friend.

I’m not your buddy, pal.

When I tell you I am deeply conflicted, I’m talking “Alabama hot cousin at the family reunion” levels of conflicted here. I know I’m not supposed to have these urges, but with that face and that body... I know it’s wrong, but it feels right.