Mom didn’t want him to get a motorcycle because they’re too dangerous, and gosh darn it, she’s going to win that argument no matter what.

When you’re mom’s all like “I don’t want you buying a motorcycle Timmy, they’re not safe” and you buy one anyways, so she runs you over just to prove a point.

1999-1999. NEVER FORGET.

Goddammit, I was >< this close to forgetting that thing ever existed.

Don’t take very good care of their cars?

Have you seen the list of stuff I replaced on my XJ and that old Honda?!

Actually, you don’t. You just have to break your arm in three different places to reach the connector.

This is a high caliber post. It’s impossible to dodge the obvious faults you present. Frankly, someone should ram this thing out of its misery. Perhaps a challenger may appear one day to lead the legions of people in caravans; chargers who leap head first into this arduous journey, often having to dart around the…

Or people in cars with inferiority complexes.

Me, a rational person capable of using cruise control. I routinely get schedule synced with a BMW driving jabroni somewhere in my area who can’t stand to have someone in front of him or passing him, but still also can’t seem to use cruise or maintain a speed. There I am truckin along in the right lane like a sane…

All the Jalop guys are wrong. A 1975 GM convertible (Olds, Chevy, Pontiac or Cadillac) is the right answer. Easy maintenence, comfy, room for everyone, reasonably bullet-proof, good looking, and you’re not likely to lose much (if any) value over time. In fact you might make some.

Ah yes, they did