Back in 2017, I was having a Super Bowl party, and we had everything set and ready to go. I made homemade three-layer bean dip. I had slow-smoked over 150 wings. There was a cooler full of beer, and the carrots and celery were neatly stacked on a tray.

The grille screams KIA way more than BMW. I do love that interior, simple and elegant.

Anything duck. Duck breast. Duck confit. Duck soufflé. It’s a less-than-common ingredient on many American restaurant menus and if you have it on your menu, I will probably order it without even considering other menu options.

BUT... he never felt lonely. From his absolutely phenomenal book, Carrying The Fire, which I read as a NASA-obsessed kid and still own dog-eared on a bookshelf:

I came here to say that I wanted to do something obnoxious with a Y-Body Imperial, and I am delighted to see that somebody beat me to it. Viper engine? Well played; very obnoxious.

Glad to see Star Burns is still getting work

Like the TARDIS, its also old, the wrong shape for where you’re going to bring it, and it makes a funny screeching sound it you take off with the parking brake on.

Today is National Random Drug Test Day.

Not alone. I queried my “lazy, but mostly effective” database and your picture was cross-referenced.

“I’m sorry, but your Ferrari’s policy specifically excludes damage that happens on a track.”

“Just one more thing Ma’am. Jason’s last message before his death was something about ‘serving the readers.’ Did that upset anyone in the office?”

I’ve known my wife since Jr. High. We lost touch for a few years after HS but got in touch to meet up at a hometown bar one night while I was in town.
 

Every damn time I try to take the 154 shortcut on the 101, this is what is in front of me.

Counterpoint - I have driven a manual W123 240D at elevation. 

I always think they supply that curved pronged knife with a cheese board to see off any bugger who tries to get some of my cheese....

I think my worse habit that’s only gotten worst over the years is the way I attack on/offramps. I’ve memorized the perfect driving lines on all the ramps in my area (at least the ones I regularly take) and if there’s no other cars around me, I’ll hit it with everything I’ve got. Regardless of the vehicle I’m in.

He is scared of my BMW 850

Our Instructor would take us out in the desert to learn because there was no traffic. We went from almost accident to almost accident - giant rocks almost hitting us, explosives almost blowing us up, coyotes swooshing past us in rocket skates and slamming into giant blades dropping just behind us in a tunnel that just…