We pride ourselves on being assholes, quite vocal ones, here in New York, but not over stupid European shit, like cycling. Fuck that noise.

It’s because they are class acts in the high-stakes world of extreme snark. And because it is indeed their house and they can do whatever the fuck they want.

Jalopnik rule #537: Never get into an argument with a Jalopnik writer, dumbass.

сука блять!

Alright, where’s the Voight-Kampf test when you need it.

God I want an SV. Hell, even more than I want an F12tdf.

I’m a Ferrari fan but still...

I was about to say “Hey wow! An accident that wasn’t the Porsche team’s fault!”

God dammit, every time Black Flag mentions Texas they have to make me hungry.

That thing will turbo lag into the next fucking century.

Yes, yes it is.

Stumped, once again, by the Trump.

Update: Pagenaud took home the win, good on him. Meanwhile, my boy Rossi bagged a fifth.

Welp, there goes my wallpaper!

At least those years had exciting, good-looking (Mostly... Williams 2004...) cars which screamed so hard they hurt your ears on the regular.

Well, if it’s a job that requires guns, I’m sure that it’s nothing the almighty BRRRRRRRT can’t handle.

People will wonder why the jets only carry 500 rounds. Well, if you’re out of missiles and are forced to use guns, and you plow through 500 rounds and can’t kill something, you're already fucked.

I mean, half of that opinion is the “PLEASE DEAR GOD LET THIS MAKE HEAPS OF MONEY SO THAT ALFA CAN BE GREAT AGAIN” factor but it's okay

I like it. It looks like an Alfa Romeo version of the Levante.